A memory flashes through my mind of days like this when we would just lay in bed and hold each other close. As I sit up and stretch (much like a cat after an afternoon nap), I find tears streaming down my face. I fight to hold them in and control my thoughts but the memories creep through like smoke through the crack under the door. The tears fall down my face like the cold rain that is still streaming down the window. My desire to stay in bed draws me.
All of a sudden through my sobs, I hear the sharp squeal of tires against the poop-ridden, rain covered pavement. I drag myself to the window and press my nose to the glass. Around the corner of the building I see bus.... 52 (I think) pulled over with the back wheel over the edge of the fountains curb. Nothing good can come out of this. The shreeks begin to come through my door from the hall. I wipe away the last of my tears and walk over to the door and open it slowly.
As I peer into the hall, people are storming down the stairs. I hear the voice of Corbie floating up from the bottom floor. She, along with everyone else in the building, is pushing to get through the door into the rain to see what happened. I see the rich little Italian girl Ana... whatever waving her hands and trying to keep people from rushing out the door. Despite her efforts a few people slip out and rush to the bus.... I hear somebody scream "Oh my God, oh my God...." and somebody else yelled "He's dead! Somebody call the coppers!!" I just roll my eyes and shut the door softly. I can't help but laugh to myself as tragedy seems to strike too often at Watershed Heights. Sigh... its just another day in paradise
All of a sudden through my sobs, I hear the sharp squeal of tires against the poop-ridden, rain covered pavement. I drag myself to the window and press my nose to the glass. Around the corner of the building I see bus.... 52 (I think) pulled over with the back wheel over the edge of the fountains curb. Nothing good can come out of this. The shreeks begin to come through my door from the hall. I wipe away the last of my tears and walk over to the door and open it slowly.
As I peer into the hall, people are storming down the stairs. I hear the voice of Corbie floating up from the bottom floor. She, along with everyone else in the building, is pushing to get through the door into the rain to see what happened. I see the rich little Italian girl Ana... whatever waving her hands and trying to keep people from rushing out the door. Despite her efforts a few people slip out and rush to the bus.... I hear somebody scream "Oh my God, oh my God...." and somebody else yelled "He's dead! Somebody call the coppers!!" I just roll my eyes and shut the door softly. I can't help but laugh to myself as tragedy seems to strike too often at Watershed Heights. Sigh... its just another day in paradise
He had caused quite a stir in the building this morning. I was nearly run over by Kent Something-Or-Other. I don't think he saw me through his tears.
ReplyDeleteShe approached the tall apartment building and looked up into one of the windows. She saw the face of a man with his nose pressed against the glass, and she saw that people were frantically pouring out of the lobby onto the wet, crappy street.
ReplyDeleteI made sure not to outstay my eye's welcome, only glancing for a moment and then climbing up the stairs of Watershed. More voyeuristic schmucks were lining the hallways, I nearly crashed into a man, who from the looks of how he was cradling his head in his grungy hands could have easily been the dude swimming in his own blood, dead in the middle of the street.
ReplyDeleteYames gets a move on he knows that know one is here. All of the sudden two cop cars and and ambulance come barreling by heading towards Watershed Heights. Yames is unmoved. After years of living in a place like this one gets used to the noise. As Watershed Heights comes into view Yames sees the flashing lights of the ambulance and a few cop cars out side. A mass of people crowd the entrance. Yames picks up the pace. He is interested. Is that bad? Once Yames gets to the mob the rain clouds have turned this day dark. Someone is dead. “I already knew that.” He walks past the mob. As he is walking in his eyes meet with someone in the hall. He has seen him before in the apartments, but he seemed to stand out know even in the chaos. But, as soon as Yames realized the connection had been made the person rolled their eyes and moved on.
ReplyDelete“Wah-ter-shed High-ts,” I let the phonetics roll off the tip of my tongue as I read the sign aloud. It been so long since I’d enjoyed the taste of speech, and so I savored the moment. As I let my eyes fall, scanning the building, I saw a man’s face pressed against the glass of one floor. He appeared to be peering out to inspect the tragic site that had occurred outside his window. As he disappeared behind his curtain, I heard someone call out.
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