Death at the Atlantic – by NATALIE WYATT

Death at the Atlantic Natalie Wyatt It was already 1:30pm and she was late, as usual. Phil hated people being late, it showed a lack of respect in his opinion. To make it worse it was her idea. She had chosen the Atlantic Hotel for this unwanted lunch date and as he waited in the…

I Lost the Five Grand and Much More – by PAUL BECKMAN

I Lost the Five Grand and Much More   Large high-rise office building—huge bank of elevators. I bet myself five grand on number 3. Number 6 opened up but since it was going down to the basement it didn’t count. My game—my rules. Number 3 opened and I walked in and punched 14 to take…

Between Stations – by FRANCIS P. CURRAN

Elevator Between Stations Mr. Talas felt the weight of his exhausted body shrink as the elevator hummed down floor by floor. The descent was smooth, but forceful. And with each passing digit clicking lower on the floor indicator, he could sense the growing struggle between the hurling clench of gravity and the unnatural resistance of…

The Reflection in the Mirror – by SEBNEM SANDERS

The Reflection In The Mirror   It didn’t begin in the elevator, but it started with the photograph taken in the elevator. My niece, Lara, sent me the picture from Berlin. The black and white shot could have been from a classy fashion magazine. A trendy couple, both wearing hats and dark sunglasses, and confidence…

It Began in an Elevator – by AMANDA EIFERT

It Began In An Elevator It began in an elevator. One of those unexpected moments which occur in life. You were gazing at me and I looked up at you transfixed; there was a sparkle in your blue eyes. As the elevator went higher, the people emptied out onto their respective floors. Eventually, we were…

Elevator Music – by MELISSA LIBBEY

It happened in the elevator. He dropped my bags on my floor. The sweet whistle of an unknown song played above us. It flowed out of the speakers at such a low volume that I almost didn’t notice it. But the slow melody got stuck in my head. He dropped my bags beside my feet…

One Floor Up – by DON TASSONE

ONE FLOOR UP by Don Tassone It began in an elevator. It was just after noon on a Wednesday. I was on my way to the cafeteria. It was only three floors up. Normally, I would’ve taken the stairs. But I was in a hurry, just grabbing a sandwich to eat at my desk. The…

The Elevator – by SARA CODAIR

The Elevator By Sara Codair   It began in an elevator. Alfred sneezed on the button, and June touched it. June coughed on the doorknob before Brandon turned it. Brandon drank from Elizabeth’s glass and backwashed into it. Elizabeth sneezed onto her hands. She didn’t wash them before distributing fliers.   It started out like…