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What has been robbed
05:00 Dec 28 2007
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It had been raining for three days now, prior to which winds whipped through the narrow streets. This was not uncommon to the neighborhood's keepers. A neighborhood now a shadow of it's forgotten prosparity.



Deft handed he produces a key from an ring adorned with seemingly identical ones. A man, unremarkable in every way to the observering world, carrying a bag of groceries on a rainy evening. His weathered hand joins the tarnished key with it's mated lock & moves the door aside.



Once inside he wipes his feet thuroughly still thinking about the umbrella which escaped his grasp. He carefully makes his way down the dimly lit hallway, the air stale, laced with liquor, full of murmured discussions. He thinks to himself about having another talk with the super about the elevator being out of service & while he's at it mention the failing hallway lights.



"I don't get enough from those crooks" he muttered, "where I can let these shmucks not do what I'm paying them for."



The man shakes his head, looking grudgingly at the apartment beside the stairwell. The apartment which is now occupied by the landlord's cousin, once was his uncle's & was promised to him once he died. A promise means nothing these days less it's in writting. Not wanting to see the young girl coming or one of her many diversions leaving, he started up the stairs. It was a long way to the fifth floor.



The stairs are high & the wells run long. When he reaches thte third floor he sits down for a rest. A stray thought catches in his mind in the midst of his quiteness. Now a worried look about his face, he inspects the contents of his groceries. Ritfling through the moistened brown bag



Sometimes the twin brother & sister from 3G are playing in the hall with the teenage daughter of the doctor in 3A. The lot of them would listen him tell stories of the neighborhood's old traditions, his travels, family & of his work as a firefighter. One of them insist on carrying his groceries for him once he had caught his breath. Not one of the trio decided to venture outsided their apartments this evening. Missing their presence he rises to face the rest of his climb.



With a huff & a scowl he reaches his floor. On the way he reminded himself to, also, tell the landlord that he is required to have railings on both sides of the stairwell. Grateful his door is only an arms reach away he made ready the key in his left hand while lugging the groceries on his right arm.



Dropping his groceries by the kitchen, traversing the living bringing himself to a well kept study. Upon entering he is greeted by a desk with a recipricating typwritter accompanied by a hard bound journal. A coulage of newspaper cliping on bulletin boards fill the wall to the right of the desk. Just beside the doorway, to the left begins a book case that lines the five feet of wall to the corner where another case covers the wall opposite the boards of clippings.



Making his way across the green carpeting to the ease of a wooden desk chair. His world was in that room. All familiar things, all that made sense, all the beauty of a time far past today. Hard bound journals populate stained pine wood shelves.