Short Stories | The Elevator to Nowhere

I remember the day I first made the connection with perfect clarity: I was on one of the elevators with a brunette from another company on a floor above mine. The elevator stopped, the door opened and the brunette started to step off. She paused, gasped then got back in, laughing. Nobody was waiting to get on… the elevator just stopped there for whatever reason.

“You remember an old kid’s show called Land of the Lost?” I asked.

She thought a moment, “Oh yeah!”

“Do you remember the episode where Holly gets in one of the pylons and it goes crazy and takes her to all these random places? She just stays in the pylon and the door opens and shows some different weird landscape…”

She thought again, “Yes!”

“I think of that every time these elevators do that…”

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Short Stories | My Buddy, Daffy

I didn’t notice anything unusual when I went outside on a smoke break. Our building provides a few places to smoke—out front, in the parking garage and a sort of patio putside the glass walkway leading from the main building to the garage. I chose the patio so I could sit down at a table and relax my aching back. A co-worker came down with me, but forked off to the snack shop to get some cigarettes or something. I grabbed one of the black metal chairs and sat down at the matching table, lit up and exhaled slowly as the blur in my eyes from programming all day cleared away.

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