Luther Jr.

Luther went up the stairs. He always took the stairs even though there was always a little voice in his head that always told him to take the elevator. But frankly Luther was a bit uneasy when it came to elevators and all his exercise came from the fact that he had to walk to the very top of the building every day when he walked up to the the top floor of Maplewood Crest where his apartment was.

Thinking to himself made the walk up to the 14th floor last only a few seconds. Before Luther even noticed he was in front of his door. 235 his favorite number. Luther reached into his bag looked around for his keys. He found it in the smallest pocket of his book bag and opened his door. After going in he turns left into his kitchen. There he found empty boxes of Frosted Mini-Wheat, Brown sugar and maple. He searched around to find a box that wasn’t empty. He was hungry and he wanted his favorite snack, a bowl of cereal, but of all the boxes were completely empty. Frustrated he opened the refrigerator, maybe some milk will make him feel better, but there was only one carton and it was empty. When Luther closed the door he heard and screech. He looked around and listened but it was dead silent. That was very peculiar. He choose to ignore it continue.

Luther went into his bedroom and put his bag on the bed which had purple sheets on it. There was clothe all over the floor. Eight piles to be exact.  One huge one at the foot of his bed where he kept all his dirty clothes and seven more at the far corner. One for each day of the week. All his clothes were purple. Almost everything in his apartment was purple. On his nightstand he found a box of Frosted mini-wheats, with cereal in it. He grabbed the box and started munching when he heard a squawk. He stopped and scan the room. “Squawk” there it goes again.

“Matt hurry up we’re going to be late”

There was someone in the apartment with him. Luther pulled out the pocket knife from his nightstand and opened it ready to start stabbing. And out from his bathroom came a bird, that landed on his stand up lamp. A blue parrot with a yellow belly. What was he doing here?

“Matt we’re going to be late close the birdcage” said the bird followed by a squawk.

“Umm, Hello?” ,Luther replied.

“Umm, Hello!”, said the bird.

“My name is Luther.”,he said.

“My name is Luther!” said the bird with another squawk.

“Wow we have the same name.” Luther said. He was fully aware that the bird was just copying him but he thought that his little joke was funny. The bird flapped it’s wing and flew to the kitchen singing.

Luther thought about what happened and remembered that flash of colors that flew in his apartment when he left that morning. It must of been one of the exotic birds that belonged to the couple that was moving but they already left.

Luther left his room and saw the bird, Luther, standing on his old purple couch. The bird was really pretty. “It would be cool if you were purple.” ,Luther said to the bird. “My name is Luther!” replied the bird. “I’ll call you Luther Jr.” Luther said.

Luther Jr squawked back happily.