LONELY APARTMENT

 


They were brand new apartments, huge buildings one the same as another. They almost from the start had a loneliness about them. An impermanence look pervaded the faces of those wandering around the lobby. 


He chose a small unit at the end of building B, its only attribute, a view of an untouched field. This would change, he knew, but not for a while. Time to look at the emptiness, think about what could have been. 


He had a smaller car now, everything was smaller including this 1,000 foot rental wonder. The changes caused by too many lines to write here. He had no other choice but to lean into it. At least there was a view, with nothing but a cold winter coming, he needed that…


Time maybe to dream again and wait for Spring…

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