Apartment 201B, 2005
Except for a straggler getting off to work late, it's unusually quiet. I have an errand to run for a friend. I walk down the driveway and take the stairs to the second level. At the landing I follow the walkway to the middle apartment overlooking the parking area. Judging from the lone car occupying the carport below, the out-of-state license plates and road grime says it's a new arrival. I knock on apartment 201B and hear a muffled shuffle from inside. It stops abruptly. No one comes to the door. I knock again...its quiet. I haven't been back.