Tonya Butler

Purpose

The lobby was busy with people coming and going. Straight ahead were three elevators. The one in the middle was starting to close as I darted towards it. I hurried inside so as not to miss my chance. There were a couple of people inside but not crowded. With a sigh of relief, I pressed the number 13 button and stood waiting with everyone else for the doors to close. Inches from it shutting, a black-gloved hand grabs one side of the elevator forcing it open.