Bunny Blog

For those of you looking for a good yarn, I’m going to start piecing together a fictional narrative of the people who live across the street.  I hope you enjoy.

A man moved in next to the old woman over the weekend.  She only saw him in the hall once.  He looked her in the eye, held her gaze, but other than that no contact was made.

The man entered the apartment and took his few belongings - a duffel bag, a laptop, some speakers - and placed them on the window seat of the small room.  The man didn’t like having to share a bathroom down the hall, but the room would serve its purpose.

The situation was only temporary after all.  He had a job to do, then would leave the downtown area for good.  It was much improved from his last visit, though.  Storefronts were open, young people were moving in.  Downtown wasn’t just for the homeless and the crack-addicts anymore.  Shame he had to leave…

One floor below and six doors down, a single mother watched as her boyfriend attached a new headboard to the frame of her bed.  She picked it up at a garage sale near a friend’s house over the weekend, and carried it back home on the subway, her child holding her free hand the whole time.

She smiled as her boyfriend wiped the sweat from his brow.  He smiled back.  The headboard wasn’t much, but it felt like a fresh start.