The Kindness of Strangers

Stepping off the elevator Tracy was happy to be in from the snow and cold and even happier to be home. Just another short walk down the hall and she’ll be able to get off her feet.

“Hold the elevator please” someone called. Tracy turned quickly to stick her hand in the elevator door.

“Thanks for your kindness, this elevator is really slow, I’ve had to wait for it a few times today”.

Tracy laughed in agreement “I haven’t seen you around are you new here?”

“No, I know someone who lives in the building”

“Oh well, I’ll guess I’ll be seeing you around”

“ummm… sure”

As Tracy turned toward her apartment she thought she recognized her grandmother’s antique necklace around the stranger’s neck, and the hat she wore looked familiar too. Before Tracy could take another look the elevator doors closed. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, thinking she’s more tired than what she realized. Making her way towards her apartment Tracy grabbed her keys out from her pocket. Selecting the one to open her apartment she lifted it to the lock but stopped. Her door was open ajar. Tracy didn’t think her boyfriend or sister was planning on stopping by, they never said anything to her. She slowly opened the door with the toe of her boot. “Steven? Carla? Anyone here?” No response. She reached her hand up to turn on the light but no light came on “Great!” She took a step forward and heard the crunch of glass under her feet. Panic set in, she went back into the hall, pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and called the police to report a break in. She didn’t want to wait for the cops so she went back in against her better judgment. With her winter gloves still on she turned on a lamp in the living room. Tracy let out a gasp, her apartment had been ransacked. As she went into the kitchen to investigate the damage she saw a note on the table in elegant handwriting

“Thanks for your kindness stranger.”

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