FROM UP THERE

‘You live up high,’ he said from the corner as I walked into the lift. ‘That’s a long way up.’
‘It is when the lift isn’t working,’ I said. ‘Either of them.’
‘Oh yes, you got there too, haven’t you?’
‘Even worse if I’ve got the bike.’
‘Hmm,’ he said.
The lift stopped at the fourth.
‘A good view though,’ I said as he squeezed past me on his way out. ‘From up there.’