[ WP ] Short story that takes place in a single elevator ride .

It was n't the smell that bothered me, it was the way he would shift over before releasing that putrid smell. He would shift onto one foot and then follow it with that all too familiar smirk, knowing full well what he was doing. 
 
 I would n't let him get away with it this time, and so I let the pressure build up in my chest and forced a loud burp to fill the small elevator. Even to me it smelled terrible. 
 He returned the favor, somehow managing to increase the volume of his burp, making my own sound like a self-conscious cough. 
 
 I locked my knees and squeezed my stomach in, trying desperately to force that precious gas out. I succeeded only in releasing a wet-sounding fart, and I gasped quietly, clenching my butt-cheeks in desperation. 
 
 The elevator *dinged* and the doors slid open. I respectfully moved to the side to allow my challenger first access to the exit. After he had left, I let the woman and her child leave before I too took my departure.
