I GOT BACK TO THE FLATS

I got back to the flats and stood waiting for the lift with first one man then another. The lift at 10 went, 13, 11, 7, G.
Three men got out.
The first had clearly had recently a half haircut which made it all the same, you’ll know what I mean if you know who. The man after him looked me in the eye as he walked past on the shoulder of half haircut. I remembered the voice on the phone of the man who was selling my guitar in the music shop when I rang to ask if they’d look out for what’d been taken from my place during the night or that morning a week ago.
I got in the lift first with my bike and got out the floor above the two men who went to seperate front doors.