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From the window there came a distinct noise. She replaced her
bookmark and stood stretching before moving toward the sound. She
raised the window and peered out into the dimly lit street below. A
rhythmic sound echoed amidst the tall buildings. Down the street a unique
figure made his way along the sidewalk. With every exaggerated step the
man lunged forward with energy, giving the impression of a man climbing
over flat ground. Still far up the street, his acrobatic image was highly
visible, and audible. In his hand he carried a cane and with each stride he
accentuated his step by rapping it sharply on the hard sidewalk. Rap, rap,
rap! The continuous beat filled the concrete canyon with its methodic
returned to her apartment leaving the window open, allowing the warm
summer breeze to enter and carrying the now diminishing sounds of the
evening walker.
She went to the kitchen and replaced her dishes neatly in the
cabinet above the counter. The kitchen in order, she turned and passed
through the empty apartment. In the dark she could faintly make out the
furniture as she made her way down the hall in the now silent night.
The next evening the sounds of the rapping cane again caught her
attention and the day after as well. Gradually she became more and more
aware of the man and his evening stroll. The weather remained hot and
each night about the same time the rapping sounds would find their way
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through the open window and into her apartment. More and more often
she would find herself going to the window to watch the man pass. His
unique stride and rapping cane separated him from the crowd
immediately. She could tell the elderly gentleman was tall and dignified.
step straight down the center of the walk, never slowing, stopping or
One night she found herself sitting in her chair doing nothing and
realized that she was waiting, waiting for the walker to appear. Quietly,
hands folded in her lap; she sat near the open window. The evening
breeze had started and it lifted the sheer drapes lightly as it swept softly
into the room. The warm fresh air entered, caressing her bare skin,
returning from another place, she became aware of the familiar rapping
and she sat up. She leaned forward and saw the gentleman striding past,
directly beneath.
loose fitting trousers and a dark beret jauntily tilted aside his head. She
imagined his having served a prestigious military career and now marched
each evening out of the staunch discipline which he had been exposed to
for so long. It made sense to her that after his long service, now in
retirement, he needed an outlet for all his pent up energy. Staying about
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the house was not his style. He needed to be out and moving about,
involved in life. The rapping figure continued up the street, and she
watched him marching until he disappeared amidst the trees, the traffic
The next morning she rose and prepared to leave. Dressed casually
but smartly and with a handbag hooked on her arm, she locked the door as
she left. She stood waiting for the elevator very upright and proper,
fussing with her dress as she did so. As the elevator arrived, she stepped
in and selected the button with care. The cables whined as the elevator
slid quickly down the shaft, stopping smoothly at the bottom. The doors
opened to a brightly lit lobby bustling with activity on all sides. Walking
through the lobby with an air of grandeur, she exited the building and
joined the masses on the sidewalk. People moved up and down engrossed
in their own worlds. They seemed to navigate without effort the moving
mosaic of foot traffic. The little woman was absorbed and she flowed
along with her head up, enjoying the excitement she felt being part of the
city. Today life crept back where it had long ago left. She carried out her
pedestrians felt.
Later in the day she sat in front of a mirror with a comb. Long
strokes brushed the hair back from her face. The image in the mirror
seemed foreign – mascara and rouge applied with care on features long
Music soft and low filled the air as she glided from room to room
in preparation. The table was set for tea with special cookies and a lace
table cloth beneath sparkling fine china placed and spread carefully. She
dressed, humming with the tunes that seemed to be talking to her alone.
From a fine jewelry box she cautiously lifted a string of pearls and placed
them regally around her neck. She admired herself a moment and then
went to the living room to assure herself that all was done. As she
checked the clock a slight thrill sent shivers over her body and moving to
From down the street the familiar rapping sound preceded his
arrival. It came to her and she tried to steady her nerve. She rose,
crossing the room, gathering her things from the hall table. Her hand
reached for the knob and, as she touched the cold brass handle, she froze.
In her mind she left the room to meet the gentleman below, held a
conversation and eventually invited him up for tea. But the reality was
that she wouldn’t. She had neither the grace or the confidence to pull it
off. She was just an old fool living in a dream world. How utterly
ridiculous she felt standing in her finest cloths with a setting for two on the
table without having the nerve to proceed. She had let her imagination get
her table over tea, none of that. The rhythmic tapping mocked her at the
door. Frozen with her hand on the knob an eternity seemed to elapse.
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Then she released the knob and crossed the room to close the window.
The evening breeze met her there and she felt it touching her as she closed
envisioned meeting him in front of the building and walking along beside
him until a chance to speak arose. That they would immediately find so
much to say, that somehow she would find a way to invite him up, that
this would be natural and somehow he would accept, and if not this time
the next. What had she been thinking? Had she lost her mind? She
wouldn’t be able to pull it off. She laughed out loud at her foolishness and
wondered of her sanity. In her robe she replaced the china and put away
the treats she had purchased. In bed she determined to see a professional
Days passed and she found herself coming out of a fog she did
not remember entering. Her daily rituals started to fall back into place
with the boredom that accompanied them. She began to feel she
out to her and she felt a need to make contact. The isolation that created
the need had also caused her inability to follow through with it. Without
speaking to anyone for days on end she had lost her confidence in her
ability to communicate. She weighed it all out and felt she could deal
with being foolish. To let it get that far and then not being capable of
even trying was humiliating, but something she could live with.
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She had stopped toying with the idea and settled back into her little
life. The rapping sounds still found their way through the window into her
apartment and occasionally she would glance down at the figure passing
consequence. She felt an intimacy with the figure she did not know, be it
from afar.
Then one day she noticed that the sound did not rise to enter her
window. At first she thought she might have let it slip by without notice,
which was a reasonable explanation. She wasn’t sure the last time she had
heard his passing. Was it a day or two? She began to wonder a little. The
next day she opened the window wide. The man did not appear. She
knew now that he was no longer on his usual schedule and she began to
imagine things that may have happened to him. At first she allowed
herself to accept that he was probably tired of his routine and found a new
route or activity but, before long, she began to mourn him a little. She felt
a loss.
A month or so passed, and she had not considered the matter for a
time. She spent her days as before, milling about the apartment with little
to do. The cool chill of autumn now filled the air. Windows were closed
noise. It seemed to be on the wind at first and she dismissed it, then
sound for sure, but without a rhythm, just a single rap followed by
She opened the window and the cold night air swept in, causing
her to pull back. The sound still came in spurts. She leaned out to see.
The sound was similar but not just right. She winced in the cold air and
strained to extend as far out as she possibly could. The wind knifed
through her blouse, cold and biting. Fully extended her quickly freezing
fingers clung to the sill, trying to hold her precariously balancing body
form plummeting to the sidewalk below. The sound came again. Her grip
slipped but she caught herself, then more determined than ever, she
dismissed caution and hung as far out as possible. The freezing wind
numbed her body, the feeling left her hands. And as she teetered above
the abyss, way down on the corner, she could just make out a group of
boys. It seemed that one perhaps had a bat or a stick, and she realized all
instant all shrouded hope vanished. Mentally and physically defeated she
retreated back into the apartment, closing the window against the cold.
The End