Lori Carlson wrote a scene on her Promptly Written blog, and I thought I would give it a try.
Prompt: You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write the scene.
As the elevator door closed, a hand wedged itself in between. It belonged to a grey-bearded man with a camouflage cap. He looked at me like I was supposed to hold the door for him, or something. I was already running late for my appointment and didn’t want the hassle. The door closed and the elevator started moving. He didn’t press anything. There was no possible way he was getting off the same floor I was.
There was a stench about him I couldn’t put my finger on. It was like a combination of pain cream and perspiration. I tried not to wretch. There was some rope wrapped around his corduroys. I couldn’t imagine that keeping them from falling down to his ankles. He then turned to me with those icy sad eyes. I tried not to make eye contact with him. Instead, I focused on the cap with stars lining the brim. He took the hat off, almost daring me to look at him. It was entrancing, borderline hypnotic. It was as if he wanted me to know his story without him saying a word. He walked toward me. I couldn’t move. He leaned to me with those eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
The elevator bell rang. He stepped back and nodded his head. The door opened and he marched out. I stood bewildered. The door closed, but I didn’t care.