A STORY IN THE BIG CITY: Chapter 1 It was dark. The hallway that is. The only illumination shown from a glossy stagnant frozen frame of light pasted against the wall as the door at the end of the hall stood waiting for who-ever on the other side to make him-self, her-self, whoever-self be known. He was thinking as slow as a glacier is known to move. He is taking in every sound as pictures in his mind seem to freeze frame for seconds at a time. Sights and sounds, sights and sounds in time. He could still hear the drip of the sink water he’d had to climb to turn off, yet had not done so fully. No time to go back he thought. Besides, he didnt feel like going back. He needed an answer. He was silently beckoning an answer, any answer. He refused to surrender to the thought that it was too late. Too late. The last one. The only one. The end of the day had rushed in. And he recoiled at the thought that he would be, the left out one. Suddenly, swiftly he heard the crackling of the door. Hinges needing to be cared for. But why bother wondering, who would bother to care for a basement door, large and cold and uninviting having remember it’s touch upon his little palm when first he came in. Still it was shelter none the less from the clamor of voices piling one upon another; indistinguishable really. Voices barely giving hint their owners were up the stairs, and to the left of him standing, directionless. In the midst of the storm in his heart, he’d maintained a sense of safety on the other side of the door. Now the door was swung wide and the light rushed in, overbearing light, as she stepped in wearing one of those multicolored puff coats that kept one very, very warm in the winters of those days. She’d gotten hers from Sears and Roebuck for twelve percent off. She wore it well. And she was darn proud of it. Besides, her aunt worked there. As she approached him her shoes clanked on the cement flooring sounding like one hastening to reach one’s destination before time ran out. She is rushing, rushing as he stood there, calmly observing all things. He being confident his moment had arrived in the dark in the basement that had once held such a small tiny glow of stagnant light seemly plastered to the wall afraid to move. And now he wore a half-heart smile on his face, because, she without a name, had papers in her hand as she smiled ear to ear; and he hoping he knew that finally, finally, finally, he’d been, adopted. And he wondered, where he would be going, as she reached out and took him to her breast, and hugged him gently, firmly, tightly. Lets go home she said.
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