Last Escalator Ride
by Alexander Salas
The ascending escalator crawled, testing Jason’s patience. An inconspicuous orchestra played Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven’. “Hah, so much for a stairway to heaven.” Jason laughed.
Jason rode alone. He squinted, trying to see the top of the moving staircase. “I can’t see anything…This is taking too long.” He thought about climbing the rising steps. “Fuck it. Just enjoy the ride to paradise, Jason.”
It got hot. Jason began to sweat. He unbuttoned his shirt. His fingers contacted wetness. Jason looked down. Red fingertips greeted him. A cherry blotch grew from his left breast pocket.
Memories exploded in his mind. The bank robbery…the alarm…shooting the manager…hostages…SWAT…gunfire…a sharp pain… “Got shot by the cops. That’s how I died.”
“Damn, it’s getting hotter.” Jason tilted his head up. An endless mirror reflected his ascent as a decent. “Hah, I feel sorry for you buddy.” Pointing at his mirrored image.
Jason felt he was riding a sauna. Perspiration streamed from every pore.
The hidden musical ensemble began a new tune. Jason immediately recognized the song. “AC/DC…Highway to…” He screamed. “I’m not in the mirror.”