Not So Bad
Trent slid down the mirrored wall of the elevator, and crash-landed on the filthy carpet. He clutched the bowl of cranberry sauce to his chest like a lifeline and closed his eyes. This could not be happening. He was already late for the Thanksgiving dinner he didn’t want to attend, and now the elevator jammed, imprisoning him with a stranger dressed in a fuzzy Grinch onesie. “You okay?” the girl asked. She was beside him now, a pie nestled in…