The Elevator: Hundred Fourteenth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused  trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.

"Mom, what took so long?" Frank complained.

"I'm sorry, but Holly Anne's pageant ran late."

"My game was over for more than an hour.  I had to wait on the field for you.  The rest of the team went for pizza, but I couldn't go I have to wait for you."

"I'm sorry."

"I couldn't even call."

"They made us turn off the phones to watch the pageant."

It's just not fair.  Holly Anne gets everything."

"You got to play your game.  Would you have preferred to go to the pageant with Holly Anne and me?"

Frank was silent.

"Just go?  I don't know."

"What do you want then."

"I wish.  I wish."

"You wish?"

"I'm no good at this soccer stuff.  I wish I could just go out; you know on stage and be pretty.  You know I can dance better than Holly Anne does."

"You do?"

"Yes and look at her hair.  I wish my hair wasn't so short."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I wish...I wish."  Frank hesitated and then finally blurted it out, "Why don't you take me to pageants?  Why don't you let me get my hair fixed up like that?  How come you won't buy me pretty dresses?  I tried on Holly Anne's dress once.  It didn't fit.  I couldn't zip it in the back, but I loved it."

"Mom," Holly Anne finally said, "If the fruit wants to wear dresses let him.  I'm sick of this fairy shirt anyway!"

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