Aurek

I’m trapped in an elevator with an insurance salesman. He’s a nice fellow I guess, father of two and really fond of food. We’ve been in here for the last four hours, no light except my crank flashlight, no sounds from outside.

He says he’d kill for some cobbler. I look at him and wonder how long before the doors open, he sweats like a pig and his sweat shines on his face. My ass hurts, but movement stirs my patience and makes me restless.