Our Rooming House—DAY
I’m on the second floor of our rooming house. There are many doors and they all lead to empty suites. The place seems abandoned. I am uneasy and want to leave.
I look around but find that the upstairs railing which over-looks the ground floor runs smoothly around the level. But I cannot find any stairs leading downstairs.
Having circumnavigated the floor twice looking for a break in the banister to lead downstairs, I am about to panic. Then I spy two real estate agents downstairs. They are drinking beer, talking and watching TV. The sofa, TV and beer seem to be the only things left in the place. They both look up and laugh at my predicament.
One agent pulls out a broomstick and jabs it at the floor underneath my feet. The entire second floor wobbles and threatens to collapse.
He laughs, “I guess I’ll have to fix that before I can sell the place.”
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