Mr. Bitterness and Mrs. Innocence are neighbors.
She lives in the first floor, he is in the second.
No one above. No one below.
For years, the two occupy the building of two, and for years, they have not said a word to each other.
They are both city folks, you see, and both have so much in their lives, to notice each other let alone acknowledge each other's existence. And besides, the two never really bother each other.
Mrs. Innocence tends to take her showers in the mornings, Mr Bitterness takes long baths at night.
She enjoys live music on Friday evenings while he is out for his weekly bowling games.
They have never interrupted each other.
UNTIL one day, the trash chute was clogged.
Mr Bitterness took down his trash right at the moment when Mrs. Innocence went out to water her plants.
The two faced each other for a long moment. Who will make the first move?
Finally, Mrs. Innocence opened her mouth to speak.
'Hi. Yes. Hi.
'Hey there, neighbor.'
'Oh, huh, yeah.'
The two have mastered years of small talking but nothing prepared them for the awkward meet up between each other. Some people bring up the awkwardness in us.
And when Innocence meets Bitterness, well, it's FIREWORKS of awkwardness.
What followed this encounter, was a series of bizarre encounters, and before long - the two became friends.
An unlikely pair: he with his rye and bitters and her with her wide eyed stare and red wine.
They spent many nights sitting, lounging, drinking, reminiscing on old days, on births and deaths, and all in between... Until one day one couldn't not distinguish between the two any longer.
They became inseparable. A team, a unit, a family of contrasts.
They let each other in.
Her-- with a little bit of bitterness in her life, and him -- a little bit of innocence.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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