Gemotions

The doorbell rang. He opened the door to find a delivery man holding a package. It was for "Mr. Silas Blackwood," the previous occupant of his apartment. He signed the form and took the box, figuring he'd leave it in the lobby.

The lobby was a mess. He found a spot on a table, next to a forgotten plant. The elevators, like always, were slow.

He passed the box daily, heading to and from the elevator. He’d glance at it, once, while waiting. It was just there.

Eventually, the box was gone. He assumed someone had taken it, or the super had gotten rid of it. He didn't check.