Ski Lift to Death!
It was a basement with its own basement, and in that basement were machines and dusty weapons, the engines of the house; where the floor gave way because of intense pressure from below, and magma boiled up through the wood-looking tiles; where to leap to safety broke my sister's foot; where the animals that weren't as smart as we were captured and admired; where we watched in horror as the ski lift lifted the men inexorably to death; it was my favorite room in the house.
From A Green Light by Matthew Rohrer, published by Verse Press. Copyright © 2004 by Matthew Rohrer. Reprinted by permission of Verse Press. All rights reserved.