Marcos Vergara

These arms of mine

William was flipping the wine bottle in half circles as he walked down the hall of the 14th floor. Apartment number 403 seemed strange in the fact that 14 and 400 were only connected in numeral form. He paused in-front of the door and took a few quick breathes like he was trying to steady his breathing before a meditation. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a final deep sigh as he rang the doorbell. Marilyn answered the door and gave a warm smile. “Hey there” she said. “Were you able to find parking? The street fills up around this time of night.”