I sipped my skinny latte. No unlucky thirteenth floor on this building. I pushed twenty.
The elevator shuddered to a stop between the twelfth and fourteenth floors. The door opened to a misty world with purple leaved trees and a winding path.
A beautiful woman held out her hand. I took it.
Steamy arabica burned my arm. I jerked the woman's arm inside the elevator. Her arm was withered, tinged green, nails like claws.
I poured latte on her arm. She screamed and let go. The doors shut and the elevator rose. I sipped the rest of my latte. I would need another.
