Start of Something Big

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Start of Something Big

When I was young, viewing the golden lights from nearby apartments, I romanticized the dwellers lives, social, happy, vibrant.

Now, on the sixth floor looking out at the Old Town skyline, isolation stymies me. “Hellos” evaporate as recipients stare at their cells. A smile flutters away.

“Hold the elevator, please,” Mr. 408 says.

I smile. He smiles then stares at his cell. I watch numbers blink white.

Social apartment dwellers, my foot.

Suddenly a picture of an endearing dog appears before me.

“What do you think?” Mr. 408 asks.


“I meant the dog.” His eyes twinkle.

“Me too.”


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