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Chapter Three- Strawberries and Chair
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Published: Dec.29.2006 @ 2:46 am | Last edited: Dec.29.2006 @ 2:16 am

 
Chapter 3
Strawberries and Chair


Sarah, Yui and Anthony stared at Matt for what seem like eternity until Yui cracked up and started laughing hysterically. Sarah could not control herself and let out a good one while Anthony covered his mouth. Matt touched the messy strawberries and cried as he tried to put them back in the brown bag.

“My strawberries gone. They are gone, I squashed them. Matt squashed them. They are dirty, too dirty for Matt. Stupid Matt. Yeah, stupid.”

 “It is alright Matt, we’ll get you another bag of fresh strawberries.” Yui reached out to Matt.

Suddenly Matt pushed her and if not for Anthony, Yui would have fell. Sarah was in a blur not knowing what to do.

“Get away from me! You are dirty. Have dirty hands. I can’t touch you.  Stay away from me! Yeah away, like far away.”

“Fuck you! Matt, you’re stupid!” Yui let go of Anthony’s hand. Tears were falling on her cheeks and after a long time, she felt pain and shame again. Yui fought back her tears and grabbed her bag and headed towards the door.

“I got to go guys. I’ll be back tomorrow morning so if anyone is cool enough to get me a duplicate of the keys, thanks and just leave it to the supervisor in case no one will be here.”

Sarah touched Yui’s shoulder. Matt kneeled in front of Yui, his hands stained with strawberry. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to push you. Matt is sorry. Really is sorry. Please, please, I am sorry. Matt is just stupid with his strawberries.”

“It’s cool Matt, I know now much you love strawberries. You’re the Strawberry man!”

“Hey that’s cool, from now on we’ll call you Strawberry man. Is that okay with you Matt?” Sarah asked with a smile.

“Strawberry man? Strawberry man. Hmmm I like that. Yeah I like that. Like I like that. Matt is the Strawberry man."

“Bye guys, need to go. See you later. You too, Strawberry man!” Yui winked at Matt.

“Well, we’ll help you clean up Matt” Sarah said “Just make sure you don’t touch the Strawberry man!” Anthony hollered.

As Yui closed the door, Apartment 102 echoed with loud and boisterous laughter of three people. It took an hour before the floor was totally clean since Sarah and Anthony had to avoid contact with Matt.  

 

Sarah turned the knob of her room and entered carrying her typewriter. Anthony helped her with her two suitcases. She thanked him and closed the door as she sat on the bed.

“Comfortable bed. Nice sheets and a new comforter. Godrey must be loaded. Furniture is decent and he painted the room purple.”

Sarah thought and she covered her mouth in glee when she saw the view from her window. She went near to gaze at the sunny sky and the playground just two blocks away. She felt a sense of calm, stepped back and bumped into a chair. She turned around to see an oak table and a chair with words inscribed at the back.

“Only the brave dare look upon they gray
Upon the things which cannot be explained easily,
Upon the things which often engender mistakes
Upon the things whose cause cannot be understood
Upon the things we must accept and live with.
And therefore only the brave dare look upon difference without flinching” Richard H. Hungerford

"On Locusts"

Sarah felt a shiver going down her spine. Beads of sweat run through her forehead and a flashback came to her. It was five years ago when she went to the Library with Danny.

“There is no way I can finish this thesis. It is too much Danny and I haven’t even started the first page. I am just a failure, my writing skills suck.”

“You’re wrong Sarah, you are the best writer I know. Next of course to Hemingway but you are brilliant! You can do this. All you have to do is start typing a single letter on your typewriter, the latest technology after they invented the laptop.” Danny grinned.

“You make me smile Danny, you may have a bloated ego but you somehow put sense into my head.” “I will make you a bet. Say, twenty bucks? I can find the words that will begin your thesis and you will never stop until you finish writing it. Give me ten minutes. Wait by the classics section.”

“Danny, I bet my ass you won’t find it. I' ll wait here for my twenty bucks.”

“Sarah! Sarah! I found it! I certainly win our bet. You won’t believe what I found.”

“Well then Sherlock, what is your conclusion?”

“Read this Sarah, I know you will write your thesis after this. I believe in you.  You are amazing Sarah. I love you and I think you should know that.”


Sarah rubbed her hands as she recovers from her memory of Danny. He was a good friend but she ended the friendship when he told her how he was falling in love with her. It hurt him so much that he transferred to another University. Sarah finished her thesis and graduated with honors. She wanted to call him to tell the good news but it was too late, he moved to another state. Sarah never heard from him again.

Sarah got her typewriter and set it on the table. She sat on the chair still confused with the coincidence that just occurred. She opened the drawer and inside was a letter addressed to her. Sarah felt unsure but she opened the envelope and took out the note.


Sarah,

I hope you like the room I designated for you. I am sure in time, you will see what you thought you cannot touch. Remember, only the brave dare look upon the gray. Are you brave Sarah? I know you can be.

Sincerely,
Your Landlord

PS. Put curtains on your window so that Mr. Wood will not be a peeping perverted Tom.

Chapter Two- Duplicates
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Published: Dec.27.2006 @ 10:09 pm | Last edited: Dec.29.2006 @ 12:34 am

Chapter Two

Duplicates


The supervisor of the building gave Sarah the set of keys to Apartment 102. The keys were old and rusty which means there were many tenants before her.

“Just tell your roommates to have duplicates of the keys.”  The man turned his back as he went back to the heater room.

Sarah gazed at the street. A woman cursed at her two children to hurry up and an old lady stood just at the corner muttering to herself. There is a slow down sign, yet a cab zoomed by.

“Nice neighborhood Sarah. You hit the jackpot this time.” She opened the front door and dragged her feet to the main door.

“Wait! Are you in apartment 102?” asked Matt while avoiding Sarah’s eyes.

“Who was your contact? Give me the name of the landlord.” Sarah sounded skeptical, as she looked at Matt’s face red with pimples.

“Godrey Hephen, I found the place through Craigslist. Yeah I did find him there. Talked to him. Five times then called him again for one more time. I am Matt, Matt is my name. Matt Baxter.”

Sarah felt sick to her stomach. If the gods were playing tricks on her, this is one big joke to add to her desperate state. She wondered how she could share the apartment with Matt. He sounded like a broken record and he constantly looks at his brown bag.

“Okay, I am Sarah. The supervisor just handed me the keys. Why didn’t you go to him so you would have moved in already? Well, he just said to make duplicates of the keys. Here, mind if you open the door? Having trouble with my things.” Sarah tossed the keys to Matt.

The sound of rusty, old metal hit the ground. Matt stared at it like it a cobra ready to strike with venom. He stepped back and Sarah looked at him oddly.

“What is your problem? Can’t catch things? You’re a dropper.”

“I cannot touch them, my hands are not clean, the keys unclean too. Yeah, unclean with germs” Matt wringed his hands and looked down like a wet dog in the street.

Sarah picked up the keys and opened the door. The place was clean, newly painted and the furniture is decent. Matt was hesitant to come in if Sarah was not about to bang the door on his face. They looked around and for a second, Sarah thought she saw Matt smile. She dropped her suitcases on the floor and laid her typewriter on the counter. Matt held on to his brown bag. Sarah was glad that the place turned out fine since she did not check it first before moving in. Time was short and she needed to transfer quickly as her affair with Sam ended with a bitter aftertaste. Matt, still holding his brown bag moved to look at the rooms. He noticed something odd.

“Sarah, excuse me Sarah. Yeah Sarah is your name, right?”

Sarah appeared not to hear him until he repeated it for the third time.

“Each door has a name. Mine is right there and yours  is near the bathroom”

Sarah turned and indeed their names were posted. Then she read the names Anthony and Yui on the other doors. 

 

Anthony got off the train station, his head still heavy with thoughts. A woman bumped him and knocked off one of his bags. He spun and faced a woman in tight jeans with a shirt that said “Bite me!”

“I’m sorry”. The woman said to Anthony while picking up his bag. She smells of cheap perfume but she has a pretty face.

“It’s alright, Miss. I am just moving into a new apartment. If you have a minute, do you happen to know this street or this building?” as Anthony showed the woman a paper.

“Hey, that is where my apartment is too. Well, I am just moving in too. Don’t tell me it is Apartment 102.”

“You’ re darn right miss, Guess we’ll be roommates. I am Anthony.”

“I am Yui, let’s go then. I need to hurry since I have to go back to work.” 

 Two people silently walked three blocks and stood in front of the brick building. The supervisor spotted them. He irritatingly signaled to them to come to him.

“Apartment 102?” The two nodded in unison.

“Well, your two roommates are waiting for you inside already.” He opened the main door for them. Anthony and Yui stood at the door of Apartment 102  hearing two voices. A woman’s voice and a childlike voice were present but too faint. Anthony knocked two times.

“Perhaps, that’s another roommate.” Sarah walked towards to open it.

“Hello, I am Anthony and this is Yui, we met at the train station and I guess we' re your other two roommates.”  Sarah smiled curtly and looked at his hand. He was wearing a wedding band. Yui smiled and shook hands with her as she waved to Matt.

“Such a coincidence, a married man and a woman in a “Bite Me” shirt. I don’t need a mirror.” Sarah heard the voice inside her head.

Anthony extended his hand to Matt but he took a step back and just said hello. Matt looked again at his brown bag. He looked at Yui and pulled his hair roughly as he gazed at the outline of her breasts.

“Can’t look Matt. Sin, Matt. Yeah it is sin. Don’t look. She will catch you looking. Yeah she will.”

Yui sensed it and walked closer to Matt to tease him but seeing her name on a door stopped her. She turned to Sarah with a puzzled look and Anthony realized it too.

“Yup, that’s right. Our landlord was kind enough to label our rooms. Well I am going to get settle already By the way, I’m Sarah and that is Matt. Later, we can probably discuss who is going to have the keys duplicated so we each have one set.”

Matt turned away and held his brown bag tightly. He was so scared with the thought of touching the keys that he crushed the strawberries. It dribbled on his shirt and everything fell on the floor. Sarah, Yui and Anthony gasped and looked at his horrified face. Next thing they saw is Matt slumped on the floor bawling over his precious strawberries.

Chapter One- First Glance
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Published: Dec.24.2006 @ 7:21 pm | Last edited: Dec.25.2006 @ 3:03 pm

 

  Apartment 102 

Chapter One
            Sarah walked through the rustling crowds of holiday shoppers. She was carrying two suitcases and her precious typewriter. A voice boomed from the corner of the street. Sarah stopped to look at the commotion.

"Ho ho ho! Give a penny to the homeless!" A man announced in a Santa suit which he does not do justice to. He was too emaciated to pretend like one.            

Sarah drowned in her thoughts as she always does. In just a month, she lost her job at the advertising firm, her affair with Sam, the married supervisor ended when his wife slapped her in front of a Starbucks kiosk and now she has the serious case of writer's block thus leading to bankruptcy. Her parents are of no help either.

"You are living in sin! How could you do this to us? For Christ's sake, don't you go to church anymore?"

She gave up her apartment in Brooklyn and decided to move to Bronx where apartments are cheaper. She saw the ad on the paper. Reasonable price in the meantime but she needs to share the flat with three other persons. Sarah felt pathetic as she dragged her load. Broke unemployed, major role in a scandal and worst, it is the holidays.  

Mat paced back and forth in front of the building. He carried a knapsack and a brown bag of fresh strawberries. He watched as people enter and exit the main door.

"I cannot touch that door, too many germs, will get sick, will get sick."

"I want to eat my strawberries right now, they are fresh, yes they are."

"I will call the landlord. No! He will be busy to talk to me, too busy, yeah, Mat stupid Mat!"

"I like the strawberries fresh, I need to wash them ten times, yeah, ten times. Then I need to wash my hands, don't like germs." 

"Are you entering the building dude?" Mat stared at the guy with a red shirt.

"You look like a strawberry, do you like strawberry?"  "Fuck off man!" 

 Mat felt the lowliest creature. His legs grow weary with the weight but the thought of germs o the stairs scares him. He covers his face in frustration.
"I need to wash hands." Mat kept wringing his hands as strangers passed by with odd looks.              

Yui looked at the address again. She stares at the at the subway pole. She felt the thick wad of cash in her right pocket. The crisp feel of bills thrills her. She needed to find the apartment soon and get back at the club. She has a solo act tonight and it means bigger money. She practiced her moves inside her head.

 "Shake those titties more and spread your legs!" Manny her manager scolded her. "Fuck that virgin stuff, when they stick something, you better fucking take it! Keep in mind, I have your papers. One wrong move and you're back  to your dirt country, bitch!"            

Yui opened her eyes. It has been three years already. Life has been better. She only got two beatings from Manny because of trying to hide twenty bucks in her crotch. She never tried again when he put a pistol inside her mouth. She sleeps with him too three times a week alongside with Jane or Penney. There goes the virginity thing.            

"Yui, you made it. Mama will be proud. I work in a restaurant washing dishes and now I am promoted as a waitress." She looks again at the subway pole and imagined a garden of lilies.              

Anthony looked at his watch. Three trains have passed by but still he cannot bring himself to get off the bench. He looks at a paper.

"I want a divorce from you, Anthony. It is not working out"

"But I love you so much Michelle, I will do anything, just don't leave me"

"I have not been faithful to you Anthony, while you are away. You just don't satisfy me. You know this but you are just too stupid to admit. Your fairy tale is over, I want you out of my life! You are pathetic and a loser, spineless jerk."

"I will find a third job, please Michelle. Do not do this to us."              

Anthony's eyes welled up as he put away the paper in his bag. He loved Michelle like a goddess. She met a guy in Barnes and Noble and she said he meets her needs. That was the end like all tragic love stories.            

"Anthony, you are a loser. Your wife just cheated on you yet you still yearn for her. She left you because you are pathetic." The 6 train stopped and Anthony got in and rested his head on the cold steel door.


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