Maggie sighed. It was almost midnight when she began to approach the building where she’d now been living for almost three months. At 25, this wasn’t exactly how she’s imagined herself to be, but given the circumstances, the small apartment in this worn-out building would have to do. As Maggie put the keys into the building’s front door and turned the lock, the usually feisty and upbeat redhead wondered how she’d managed to lose her job, her boyfriend and her house — after the bastard threw her out three months ago.
She let herself in and quietly snuck by her landlord’s flat on the ground floor. Her rent was way overdue and she’d been avoiding him ever since. She crept up the stairs to the third floor, careful not to tread on the steps that creaked loudly. As she reached her landing and let out a sigh of relief, she turned the corner and almost fell over her landlord! It appears that he had brought up a little stool and waited for her at her door!
Maggie’s landlord was a fat, middle-aged hairy man of Middle-Eastern descent and spoke with an accent. Usually, he just sat in his flat, watching TV with his door slightly ajar. The few times Maggie talked to him, he had been wearing what appeared to be the same white wife-beater, shorts and smelled a lot like a bucket of sweat. This time was no different…………….READ more on the next page,Go below This Page CLICK>>>>2