Joan walked towards the apartment block, a short bulky figure, dependable and undemonstrative, composed of headscarf, mac, doggedness and wrinkles. She was slower this morning: the cold stabbed arthritic joints, and at her age she couldn't afford to slip in the snow.
Joan cleaned nearby offices and a bank. In between these main jobs she hobbled, cleaning the apartment's stairs and passageways. As she entered the building (at 7.55am, five minutes behind schedule) the thought of a hot cuppa and a chat later with her husband Neil in their warm and cosy apartment bought an unexpected glow to her face.
Drew Martyn about 3 years ago
I'm not at all sure where this is going. In fact, I have no idea whatsoever. But having decided that "Morning" should become a series, I wanted to get another couple of drabbles out here, so I can't take the easy way out and totally backtrack on the idea of a series.
Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
No, Drew, you just have to keep on keeping on, and I'm sure you'll keep on producing little charmers like this. With a series name like The Apartment, there can be so many possibilities. It made me think of one of my favourite films of the same name and Miss Kubelik and her story, and of Plaza Suite with its trio of stories etc. So much potential; I can't wait for more. :-)
Frenchie over 2 years ago
It is quiet... too quiet... I love the suspense...