Creative Writing: The Roaring Twenties

Just a night. An ordinary night, around fifteen to eleven o’clock. I lay there playing with my xacto knife kit. It belonged to my Grandfather’s aunt. So I guess that’s my great great aunt. Well anyways I finally set aside my kit and started to try and sleep. I’m at my grandparents house in the Fairfax District of Los Angeles. The house? Why it’s a classic Spanish themed home built precisely in 1929. At the end of a Golden Era: The Roaring Twenties. So as I turn to closed eyes I see a boy. A young Hasidic Jewish boy. He looks around the age of eight or nine and asks me in a seemingly cute creepily voice Have you seen my family? I asked what family. The family that seems to be missing. I asked are you from around here? He says, yes I grew up here in the brown roofed house.

I asked another question, what type of brown?

A dark brown roof with the light brown roofed garage. I said ok. He then asked me, do the automobiles still have wooden rims and axles? I said, the cars haven't had those since the 1920’s. He gasped, The twenties are over?? I said yes. He asked me panicking, what year is it?? I said, it’s 2015. April 17. Sweet mercy!. Is my house gone? I swear it was here in 1926. 1926? are you dead, I asked? No I was evicted in 1926. They tore down my home, didn’t they? Where’s my family. Tears flooded his eyes. What’s their names? Ruth and Bernard Goldstein. We used to live on this lot. I said well my grandparents live here now. They have been since 1975. Who are you? I’m Zac. Short for Zachary. My full name is Zachary Dorf. Are you Jewish? I said, yes I am. Born and raised. Have you seen it. Seen what? the Key. Key?? Yes Zac the pure silver key. It was my Omi Shannon’s key. it lead to my safe spot. Zac where’s my safe spot? Did the tall coated man come back for mommy and daddy? I said slow down buddy. What’s your name pal? Walter Millard Goldstein. Zac, is the safe spot

intact? I asked again, what safe spot. You must know. Haven't you been to the back of the garage? I said yes i have. Whey did you find the key. the pure silver key. My Grandfather has tons of keys and most of them are silver. it was a pure silver key. It had the initials R.G. Pal it’s 11:00 in the evening. But seriously I haven't seen the key. Ok Zac. I’m looking for the blue eyed child with blonde hair. Walter, i don't know of a blue eyed boy with blonde hair. Oh well. I guess I’ll never see my mommy and daddy again. Walter, Walter, Walter, and just like that he vanished. So I went to sleep and I never knew the whole truth, or even know if Walter Millard Goldstein even ever existed.