Chapter 3

It’s mid-day now, and Yames is heading for the door of Dina’s Dinner. He was satisfied. Food is satisfying. He was still curious about what was happening back at the house; between his upstairs neighbors. You never really knew with them. Always something.

He walked down Kush Lane, “What a lame street name.” he thought, toward the auto shop. He was going to meet up with his friend Kenny. Kenny and Yames had been child hood friends and it was not until last year that they had become reacquainted. Now Yames had a routine of going over to see how business was on his day off. Yames continued toward the shop at a leisurely pace. Dina’s had a special power of slowing you down a little after you had eaten there. He look up at the sky. Clouds seemed to be moving in. They sort of looked like mountains; the same mountains he dreams about.

He gives the door to the shop a tug. Locked. “Strange,” he thought, “I am pretty sure that Kenny said that he would be here. Well actually he did not say that, but he never did. He is simply always here.” Yames Tried the door again. Still locked. He thinks about giving a knock, but he know it is in vain. The door would be unlocked if he was there. Yames looks back to the sky; the clouds seem to be moving in very quickly. The clouds were dark, not mean or anything, but rain was on the way.

Yames gets a move on he knows that know one is here. All of the sudden two cop cars and and ambulance come barreling by heading towards Watershed Heights. Yames is unmoved. After years of living in a place like this one gets used to the noise. As Watershed Heights comes into view Yames sees the flashing lights of the ambulance and a few cop cars out side. A mass of people crowd the entrance. Yames picks up the pace. He is interested. Is that bad? Once Yames gets to the mob the rain clouds have turned this day dark. Someone is dead. “I already knew that.” He walks past the mob. As he is walking in his eyes meet with someone in the hall. He has seen him before in the apartments, but he seemed to stand out know even in the chaos. But, as soon as Yames realized the connection had been made the person rolled their eyes and moved on.

Chapter Two

The next morning Yames woke up slowly with the sun. It was Saturday so there was no work. He laid in his bead for a time staring at the cottage cheese celling, but not too long. He had never been one for the long sentimental moments. After a few seconds he gathered his thoughts and climbed out of his bed. His room was orderly, not overly orderly, but compared to the what he had seen of other rooms, he would consider his room orderly. Ever since he was a child his mother had told him, “Order helps to restore life.” Yames liked order, and he stuck to it, hopping it would one day restore his life.
He walks around his apartment getting dressed for the day. He was about to head down to Deena’s for some breakfast. He was about to leave the house noticed some water dripping from the cottage cheese celling on to his floor.

“Damn kook up stairs,” he thought, “How old is she any ways? I have lived here for a long time, but she had always been here.”

He sometimes saw her out side of her room with her cloths on dripping wet. Simply standing there with no real emotion. The water continued to drip down the on to the floor, and then the banging began.

“That kid, whatever its name is, always knockin’ so loud.”

Yames considered himself to be a pretty nice guy, but some one thing that really set him off was the banging. All hours of the day. All days of the week that kid would be going at it, knocking away.

“I think her name Sh- Sh- hmmm... He realized that he did not remember her name.”

One day she had spoke to him; told him her name, but that was years ago. He decides to go upstairs and check out what is going on. See if he can put an end to that banging. By the time he gets up stairs he sees the kid and Sh- and some other stuffy lookin’ woman. He decides that he should. Nothing will be solved if he tries to move in here. He heads back down the stairs. He walks out the door of the building and walks on over to Deena’s for some grub

Chapter One

Yames looks out the windows of the Red Line. He looks at what would be a picturesque red sunset had it not been for the shabby city he called home obscuring the view.It was a deceiving sunset. It looked warm and welcoming, but in reality the air was cold and dry. The train came to a halt at his stop, stop 52, the end of the line, Watershed Heights. Where the white tiles on the ground had long lost the shine that they used to have so many years ago. He steps off the train surrounded by strangers. He’d lived here for close to fifteen years; still only knew two person, one of which was his landlord. It was not that he did not like people, but more so he did not like Watershed Heights. And, here the people seemed to become part of the surroundings; like the weeds on the top of the apartment. He knew one day he would have to deal with it, but not today. Not today.

It hadn't always been like this.

He walks across the street with little motive. There are no cars coming. He walks past the skeleton of what used to be the movie theater continues forward towards his apartment building. As he continues forward he remembers that it is Fall. Although no one would ever know it in this part of town, no trees any where in sight. But, this did not really bother Yames. Over the years the seasons, holidays, and birthdays had begun to run together; like the people. Watershed Heights is a hole, and all time, space, and light belong to it. In front of the door to his building was a moving van. New people. It was all he could do to keep him self from running up to the van and telling the people to keep moving.

“There is nothing here for you. There is nothing here for me. Go east. Go to the mountains. Get far from here.”

Yames had dreams of the mountains. He was not sure why. He had never seen a real mountain a day in his life. He had never been too far out side the city, but he had been having this recurring dream. The mountains called his name. He walked past the movers and begun the walk up the fie flights of stair to his room, room 541. While walking up the stairs he seemed to to see more people than he was used to. There seemed to be something going on. He was not sure what nor did he really care.

He reached his room, walked in, and sat down. Time to rest.