We walk up to an apartment community on the Fox River in St. Charles. The door’s unlocked and we go inside to a small entry way. There’s a telephone system labeled, “ENTRY ACCESS SYSTEM” to our left.

The shiny metal has been throughly scratched. The keyhole, too. I don’t know what could’ve done this kind of damage as the phone receiver is only plastic. Certainly it couldn’t mar the metal plate. I pick up the receiver and place it to my ear. No dial tone.

Ten seconds tick by…

I wish there was more to the story but there’s not.

I couldn’t bring myself to call any of the apartments listed in the directory. I just stood there for a minute with the phone receiver up to my ear. Like an asshole.

See, not all of my stories are good.

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