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She Walks and Thunder Takes a Bow
Relatable Fiction/Nonfiction
Remember my neighbor who has thunder in her heels?
I introduced myself one night as she was storming down the hall. Her smile appeared before I could part my lips, “Hey! Good evening! I’m Tre, by the way.” She nodded and acknowledged me as I fumbled with my keys, attempting to lock my door. “Hey, Tre. Nice to meet you. I’m Marcella.” I instantly think, And now, I know her name. I can greet her accordingly from this moment forward.
She strikes me as someone who commands the air around her to be still and it probably will. She’s not rude — no, not by a long shot. At least, not from what I can tell. She is, however, stern and confident in her approach to things. I get this — I can sense this. And why shouldn’t she be?
Marcella bolts around the corner just past my door and smiles in my direction once again, “Good night, Tre.” I am taken aback by this as I had already started to head down the hall in the opposite direction, but I don’t let the opportunity pass me by to wish her a good night also . . . “Oh! Good night to you as well, Marcella!”
We have made each other’s acquaintance, and I can breathe easier knowing someone’s name who lives just a couple of doors down. We are surrounded by people we do not know…
