A Small Door

The second escalator wasn't working. I sighed. At least this was the down escalator, not the up. There was probably another one at the other end of the station, but I couldn't be bothered to try to find it.

Maybe I'd go down the up. It'd been a long time since I'd done that. No security guys around, nobody I'm liable to run into...okay, go for it.

By the time I got to the bottom I was in a better mood. The station was mostly empty, but I got a few "what a geek" glances. I didn't care. The cold wind blowing through the station, though, did dampen my mood somewhat, and I ducked under the escalators for shelter.

There was a small door behind the escalators. It was about two or three feet high, and almost as wide. How odd, I thought. It must be some kind of access panel.

I heard a throat clearing behind me. I turned around to see a very short man looking at me in annoyance. I stepped aside, and he walked over to the door and opened it.

Inside, I heard a few snatches of gravelly voices in conversation. What language they spoke, I couldn't make out. Then the door closed.

I heard the bell indicating the arrival of the LRT. As I walked back around the escalators, I noticed that the down one was working again.

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