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.
