Many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
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.
“Cute.”
“I meant the dog.” His eyes twinkle.
“Me too.”
end
Good beginning. What happens next…?
I only had 100 words! lol
Well, that interaction didn’t go quite as Mr 408 had planned
Lol perhaps he’ll persevere. Thanks, Neil! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
It sounds like the beginning of a relationship. Sweet story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much, Rochelle! 🙂
I love how your story ended. Maybe all is not lost in a high-rise 🙂
The right time and the right place. Thanks so much for reading, Lisa! 🙂
You’re very welcome 🙂