Rafi Abramowitz is a comedic storyteller that publishes a free short story every Sunday. He lives in Brooklyn with his large ego and considerable emotional baggage. 

    Rafi Abramowitz is a comedic storyteller that publishes a free short story every Sunday. He lives in Brooklyn with his large ego and considerable emotional baggage. 

Rising Tension -- Short Scene

Rising Tension -- Short Scene

OLDER MAN (V.O.)

You haven’t tried all the buttons.

MAN (V.O.)

Back off.

INT. ELEVATOR, NYC -- NIGHT

An elegantly dressed man in his thirties leans against the wood-paneled door. This is Mr. Lewis. He is glaring at the older man next to him, who in his fifties and is dressed like a hamburger.

HAMBURGER

I’m just trying to help.  

LEWIS

If my blood sugar drops, I’ll let ya know.  

The hamburger sits as Lewis presses the OPEN button. Nothing happens.  

LEWIS (CONT’D)

Doorman? Are you back?

DOORMAN (O.S.) 

My name isn’t doorman.

LEWIS

I figured.

HAMBURGER

His name is Steve.

LEWIS

I don’t care.

DOORMAN (O.S.)

We’ve met multiple times. You know my kids. My wife baked you muffins!

LEWIS

Right. Kids. Great. Now answer the question: what is the holdup with my rescue?

HAMBURGER

Our rescue.

LEWIS

Be quiet.

DOORMAN (O.S.)

All the firefighters are busy.   

LEWIS

Shit.

HAMBURGER

What about the police?

DOORMAN (O.S.)

Forty minutes away.

LEWIS

Fuck!

HAMBURGER

Be patient.

LEWIS

(pressing the CALL button)

I can’t wait that long! My reception ends in half an hour. If I don’t appear I’ll never get another chance to impress my boss.

(pressing the button harder)

Why won’t this work? Doorman!

HAMBURGER

Steve.

LEWIS

I DON‘T HAVE TIME TO BE NICE! I’m late to an exclusive networking event, the invitation to which I obtained due to my superior ability at solving complex architectural concerns. What do you suppose the reaction of my boss will be when I show up two hours late because I got stuck in a fucking elevator?

HAMBURGER

“I’m glad you’re okay”?

LEWIS

Maybe. Or maybe they’ll fire me and I’ll end up dressing like you. Call again, Dooorman.

HAMBURGER

(standing up)

HIS NAME IS STEVE!

DOORMAN (V.O.)

We’ve met multiple times.

HAMBURGER

(in Lewis’s face)

Are you rude to everyone, or just the two people here trying to help you?

A tense beat. Lewis backs away.  

LEWIS

(pressing the HELP button behind his back)

Why don't we relax?

HAMBURGER

And what position is that?

MAN

(pressing the button harder)

Sam Gibbons is going to be there! Only a handful of people have met him, and they're all executives now. 

HAMBURGER

This Sam Gibbons -- he awards rudeness?

LEWIS

Tycoons don’t succeed get there by patting people on the back.

HAMBURGER

Now I see.

LEWIS

Can you see from afar? You're freaking me out. 

HAMBURGER

I think we can let Mr. Lewis out.

The door opens to ...

INT. LOBBY, NYC -- NIGHT

Holly and wreaths line the walls. Down the narrow hall, snow can be seen falling through the glass doors. The hamburger picks up his shoes and sits down on a colonial wooden bench beneath a painting of the Trojan horse.

LEWIS

What’s going on?

HAMBURGER

You failed.

LEWIS

Failed? What are you ... How do you know my name? Are you ... You’re not Sam Gibbons?

HAMBURGER

No.

LEWIS

Oh, thank God.

DOORMAN (O.S.)

I am.

Lewis wheels around to face the doorman and freezes, because he’s not a doorman at all ... but a woman. In her seventies with ribbons of silvery hair, Mrs. Gibbons stands  smartly dressed in a shimmering gown.

LEWIS

(after too long of a pause)

Shit.

Gibbons rolls her eyes and turns towards the hamburger, who  removes his costume to reveal a traditional three-piece 5th Avenue cond-op doorman’s outfit underneath. Mrs. Gibbons hands him a one hundred dollar bill. Steve declines.

STEVE

Your kindness is enough. 

They embrace. Mrs. Gibbons turns around and walks down the lobby. Lewis suddenly rushes past Mrs. Gibbons and blocks her path.  

LEWIS

I was stressed. You’ve got to give me another chance!  

GIBBONS

The sun and the wind had an argument over which was stronger. As they were arguing, a traveler wrapped in a cloak appeared in a valley below. The wind blew with all his might upon the traveler, intent on blowing off his cloak. Yet the harder the wind blew, the tighter the man held on. Finally, the sun asked to try. He beamed brightly and warmed the traveler, now cold from the wind. The man gladly removed his cloak and went happily on his way. Don’t be a violent wind when you can be a ray of sunshine.

She exits. The real doorman stands, watching Mrs. Gibbons exit into the swirling snow. Lewis joins him.

LEWIS

I will be nicer.

STEVE

You can start by remembering my name.

A clock strikes midnight. Lewis removes a flask and passes it. Steve’s initial surprise passes, and he takes it gratefully.

STEVE (CONT’D)

Happy New Year, sir.

LEWIS

Happy New Year, Steve.

THE END.

Shidduch Resume

Shidduch Resume