The Apartment BelowA Story by Evelyn FawnixA contest pieceI live in a dingy little neighborhood in a basement apartment. I don't own much furniture. I want to keep it simple. I am cooking myself diner when I hear creaking. I smile, hearing a family walking around on the floor above. They probably have guests over as their are more footsteps then normal. There is some thumping, most likely the young son that they have. The boy seems to like me. We play in the apartment yard when no one is watching. No one would notice me anyway, I'm the kind of person you dismiss very easily. But the boy is always waiting for me to come out to play with him. He doesn't have many friends, he says that they live far away and I'm the only one who plays with him anymore. He reminds me of my little brother, cute and full of energy. He loves to talk about dinosaurs and aliens and play make believe in magical lands. It was great fun when he was around to talk to, but he died of lung cancer a few years ago. But a few days ago the son in the apartment above mine disappeared. I do not see him playing outside anymore. He no longer calls me to play in his whining board tone I have come accustomed to. I hear his parents above me crying. "He said he wanted to see her" His mothers voice is soft and cracking "The one he plays with out in the yard" I pull away, tuning them out. There was apartments down here. They got filled in to cover up the smell of rot. My brother and me still live down here. We want some company. © 2014 Evelyn FawnixReviews
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1 Review Added on April 25, 2014 Last Updated on April 26, 2014 AuthorEvelyn FawnixOntario, CanadaAboutI am a Female reader, art student, writer, depressed, spirit interested, worry-some friend with a want to be an artist and/or author from Canada. I have a goal to win NaNoWriMo more.. |

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