Elisha looked down from his platform. Seventy feet below him workers using hoists and a rope and pulley system started to raise heavy equipment to his level. It was hazardous work, because if the rope broke or the laborer lost hold of the rope, the whole yard was in danger of being crushed by heavy falling objects.
He ordered his helper to cut the rope that held the platform aloft. The spring enabled the metal prongs which brought the platform to halt.
He turned to his helper and said: “I’ll call it an elevator.”
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Dear Danny,
And the rest, they say, is history. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Great piece of historical fiction. A game changer.
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An interesting snapshot of the origins of a now everyday and necessary convenience. Well told.
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Thanks Margaret.
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Thank you, Mr. Otis. You know those elevators from the old days are still operating. Good story highlighting a very useful invention, Danny.
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Interesting, I always wonder how great ideas are born.
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Love i!
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Wonderful take, James. The elevator sure did change how high buildings were built from then on!
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Exactly why I’ll take the stairs. Dang dangerous contraptions. 🙂
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So often we see his name when travelling up and down! A great little piece of faction.
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An invention that can definitely claim to have changed the world. Nice slice of history.
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