joe’s apartment

Let’s just imagine Joe as a kindly fella that used to enjoy a trip to the park where he’d gaze at the ducks swimming in a stream. He’d throw them stale bread and now and then he’d sneak out some fruit cake and crumble it in his hand, inhaling the cinnamon scent as he strew it on the water.

Joe’s wife, Ada, she used to grow African violets, but she’s been gone four years or more. His niece brings him purple flowers when she visits to cheer him up. He doesn’t get out much these days – that chair, the wooden duck, the purple flowers are his world now.

There is another Joe’s Apartment, but that’s a whole different movie.

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