Finding Mother

Nana moved in to the apartment next to me for about a year ago. She was stunning. Mature, tall and voluptuous with long red hair. Always in high heels and seemed nylons. Always with a little too much make up. And a lot of perfume. We didn't talk that much in the beginning. We would meet in the staircase and she would smile to me and whisper a little "good day".

One Friday evening I was coming home with this lamp I had bought. When I was trying to find my keys the lamp slipped and dropped to the floor and made a huge noise. My neighbour's door opened and there stood Nana with a frightened look on her face.

"Oh my God, are you ok?" she said.

"Yes I'm fine, sorry if I scared you."

"Oh, that's ok, just glad you didn't get hurt," she said with a lovely smile.

I went through all my pockets to find my keys. No keys. I had locked myself out. One of my friends was keeping an extra key for me, but he was out of town until the next day.

"Well, it seems like I have locked myself out and I cannot get my extra key before tomorrow." I looked at her. She was gorgeous. She looked like a woman from the fifties in a classic cut dress, red with white polka dots. Her legs were covered in light grey nylons with seams - and red high-heeled pumps.

"Poor you, and now you have to call an expensive locksmith. By the way I'm Nana, your new neighbour."

I took her hand. It was soft and beautiful with long red nails. "Hi, I'm Markus." I noticed she was a little tipsy. Somehow it was very cute.

She looked at me with a curious look. Then she smiled and said, "Why don't you come inside? You can call the locksmith and wait here until he comes. You never now, it could talk some time before he arrives."

"Thank you, that's very nice of you."

"Please come in," she said and I followed her into her apartment.

I walked behind her and enjoined every move she made. Her apartment was amazing. Like walking into another time. Like the fifties. Only the TV and the DVD told me that this was not the fifties. She offered me to sit on the couch. She walked over to a little table with bottles of liquor.