Welcome LGBT Author Theo Fenraven to the blog with an exclusive short story just for us.
We were running late, and when we saw the elevator open across the lobby, we darted straight toward it and inside, smiling at each other as the doors shut.
Only a few more minutes, and it would be done.
My heart was beating in my throat and I was sweating with nerves. Judging by Chris’s paleness, he wasn’t feeling like the Rock of Gibraltar either.
The elevator bumped to a stop between the first and second floor. We stared at each other, aghast.
“You don’t think…?” Chris said in a hushed voice.
I glared at the closed door. “That we’re stuck? Yeah, I think.”
I pounded on the door while we both yelled “Help!” Like that would do any good, but it would have felt weird if we hadn’t done it. It was like not walking under a ladder or throwing spilled salt over your shoulder. Some things, you just had to do.
“Shit.” Chris’s eyes welled, and he blinked rapidly to prevent the tears from falling. “They’re all waiting.”
“They’ll keep waiting,” I assured him, pushing the emergency button. [Read more…] about The Elevator – A Short by Theo Fenraven