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Thieving Ways (#AtoZChallenge)


Welcome to the A to Z Challenge : 26 Stories during the month of April

Welcome to… The Apartment Building: Swan Rise

(For Links to the previous stories, CLICK HERE)


Jewelry missing,  money disappears

A book, a glistening knick-knack, all gone;

Items go walking; owners are in tears

What was once valued, one day there was none.

Thieves, for this continues over the years;

Swan Rise residents wonder, none the wise

Exactly who takes what, who is to fear

Mysteries abound; rumor on wind flies.

But, with all that is taken, no price paid

Wounded spirits, in resentment, such hate

All who have lost, lost trust most, so dismayed

Countless measures taken, all too, too late.

Leave what is ours, not yours for the take

Who is at the door? Bolts, for our sake.

Super, My Super (#AtoZChallenge)


Welcome to the A to Z Challenge : 26 Stories during the month of April

Welcome to… The Apartment Building: Swan Rise

(For Links to the previous stories, CLICK HERE)


Andres, the super, growled around the unlit cigar in his mouth. In that mood, anyone in their right mind would  jump out of his way as he swung the dirty mop back and forth across the ground floor tiling. The Laundry Room Mafia sniggered amongst themselves, sneaking glances into the hallway to see if anyone was stupid enough to approach him in “that mood.”

Dotty had her head out when Frank got out of the elevator. She, the Capo de tutti lavanderia, was hoping for a great show, but Frank, as usual, disappointed her. She saw the look on Frank’s face as he saw Andres, back turned, advancing on him with that “thwapp thwapp thwapp” of the mop. Instead of continuing down the hallway, Frank opted to leave by the front door, taking the long way to his car. Dotty took this out on Mrs. Beatty, who was doing her one wash for the day.

Next off the elevator was Patty, wearing a tight short red dress and killer heels. She also stopped when she saw Andres, but no one got in her way. She tapped up behind him. Turning, Andres gave her the once over. They nodded to each other, and as she went by, holding the wall so as not to slip, Andres watched her rear sway and her patterned stockinged legs as they waltzed away. He was pretty sure there was a little extra bounce in her movements for him, but he would never act on it, not the way gossip flew around HIS building.

Even though he was one of the prime instigators of gossip flying.

Dragana saw her husband put his head down very fast as she entered the building, passing Patty on the way out. Her scowl was intense enough that if she was a dark magic Witch, like some said she was, all the lights in the building would have blown. He looked up at the rustling of shopping bags (“clothes she needed like a hole in the head,” he thought) and they locked eyes. He waved at her, taking the cigar in his hand before he did. She nodded, turned left, and went into their apartment. Andres sighed, shook his head, and put the cigar back in his mouth.

As the day passed, Andres fixed two stuffed toilets, emptied the recycling room, polished what he could take his time polishing in the foyer, chatted with the Laundry Room Mafia in the morning, took a long lunch, chatted with his cronies over the mail delivery, and disappeared into his workshop or boiler room at every chance he could. Three cigars later, his day was done, and he was in his apartment watching the TV, drinking a beer, and complaining to his wife, who was in the kitchen, cooking,  about her dogs, people in the building, and anything else that was bothering him that day.

Dragana ignored him.

Andres was the last of the building superintendents, and next to Old George, he had lasted the longest. The first super was  Mr. Jenkins. He came into the building quietly and left the same way,  marring and moving upstate  soon afterwards. Next came “The Nazis”, a German couple that everyone hated. Everyone, and the hatred was dealt right back. Neither of them were Nazis, nor believed in anything of that regime, but their sour life together spilled out and created an unpleasant taste in all mouths. After them came Old George, a nice man, honestly beloved of the majority of the tenants (especially Amy). Sadly, he passed away, a heart attack taking him in his sleep.

For a short time came Nick. The least said about him, the better. Infidelities, theft, inappropriate behavior with most of the women in the building, drunkenness…all these things were part of his mythos. It was with great relief when he was sent packing.

Dragana, Andres, and their first child moved in immediately after. He went from attendant to Overlord in a short time, making friends with the right people. Dotty and the other ladies approved, as he was as big a yenta as they were. Patty approved of the way he looked at her. The Whistler and the boys approved, as they had someone to shoot the breeze with, dirty jokes and all.

So what if he harrumphed, yelled, chomped a cigar, had favorites, and looked down on everyone else?

A man’s apartment building was his castle.

Retraction of Gravity (#AtoZChallenge)


Welcome to the A to Z Challenge : 26 Stories during the month of April

Welcome to… The Apartment Building: Swan Rise

(For Links to the previous stories, CLICK HERE)


The inhabitants of Swan Rise Apartments carried the weight of their lives with them. Some  soared in moments of true elation, ecstasy, flights of fancy, but otherwise they were grounded through the daily realities. Others rarely ever rose above a situation. They’d trod through the days, milling around and about and passing by all the other tenants. The building was a center of gravity, keeping them in place from 1960 to 2005.

No…not all of them.

As the children grew, their universe expanded. As it expanded, they moved faster and faster away, seeking to fly off on their own and leave the parental orbit they’ve circled around. Eventually they acquired their own gravity force and rarely returned; too many seemed to have anti-gravity packs on them, with a time limit attached that says “Stay and hold back on  your life,  or move on.”

Then there are the divorces, those that stay after the dissolution of vows, those that leave. How many hearts can be broken in forty-five years? Until an explosion sent all the residents adrift in space, many homes lost their centers, the things that brought them together, holding them in place. Their collective dissolved, and the energy used to keep them in place was exhausted.

A growing number seemed to just be passing by. They settled for a short stay and left little to no trace of their moving on. This happened more and more as the years passed; the attraction and hold of the building fading, flinging out the new, holding onto the old.

Many did grow old in Swan Rise. Many left in the way most don’t like to talk about.

The dead…

So many, as the years passed by; tiny notices by the mail boxes, relating in only a few words the release of another from the grounds. With the eventual removal of that paper on the wall, the last tie was severed for many. When the Whistler died, and then soon after his wife, there was a hollow wind passing through the ground floor that many felt. Others were more fleeting. The one murder in the building held for a long time through the whispers, fears, and for one, relief.

Gone, the husbands and wives, mothers and fathers, grandparent, a number who lived a life alone, pets…so many pets. All those no longer earth bound.

Miraculously, no child died in the living history of Swan Rise. That grief was spared, until the explosion.

The foundation kept the building secure in place; the bricks, wood, plaster, glass, metals, ceramics gave it heft to hug the world it became for the many. Carpets and flooring were laid, furnishings and decor placed, and residents made their apartment a home. It had a mass that attracted them, mutually intense.

The building kept its own gravity, until parts of it were hurled away in a horrible blast and brought down to Earth by a greater force.