I had no idea what they were screaming about, but I heard it from three apartments over. I could only imagine what it was like for the people next door.
They were having a party over there, I suppose. Or rough sex.
Or a fight.
Or somebody’d broken in, was doing God knows what, and they were begging someone, anyone, for help. And we were ignoring their pleas because in this neighbourhood screaming’s no longer a surprising thing.
I hoped it wasn’t the latter.
I put my earbuds back in, cranked the volume, and returned to what I was doing…
Friday, March 18, 2011
...and then my neighbours started screaming.
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Neighbours, Screaming, Short story
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