"do you?"

every story has a back story, to me.

i ask that you picture the scene in the following lines:

"the octave of a woman's glee tends to carry easily pass the walls and down the hall
to opening elevator doors
where not even the echoed thud of grocery bags purse dry cleaning and keys
can cover flower scented giggles that chase trust back to the first floor of our building"

i see a woman hearing another woman's laughter coming from her apartment. she drops everything in her arms and runs back to the elevator.

see it now?