Fandango’s One Word Challenge: AIR
Mrs Klotz has an apartment on the top floor of an abandoned building down the street from where I work.
I’ve never seen Mrs. Klotz’s face, I don’t know what color hair she has, I don’t know what kind of clothes she wears. For some reason I have taken it into my head that she wears White Shoulders perfume and during the winter she likes to wear cherry flavored chapstick.
Sometimes when I walk under Mrs Klotz’s window I can hear Mambo music drifting down to the street from a crackling radio speakers and sometimes I think I hear Mrs. Klotz singing along with it.
On Summer evenings, those cool Summer evenings that follow brutally hot Summer days I expect that Mrs. Klotz is standing at her kitchen window enjoying as the cool air as it flows in.
I have no doubt, even thought I can’t see her, that she’s enjoying the breeze with a bottle of cold soda in her hand as she watches people running for their buses and trains.
I’ll bet she thinks we are silly, but I’ll bet she wonders where we are going and…
Mrs Klotz stands at her kitchen window and watches the empty street under her grow a little more dusty, a little more sleepy looking then the day before. It used to be such a busy street with workers and shoppers and tourists running for their buses and trains and dinner dates and ferry rides.
The street below used to be so alive with colors and sounds and smells and on the good days, music.
Sometimes on those brutally hot Summer days Mrs. Klotz waits until the evening and she stands at her window with a cold drink in her hand looks down into the empty street below her
and thinks about ghosts.