You All Sound the Same
by Scott O’Neill Buzzing fluorescent tubes fitfully illuminated the dank, cluttered hostel basement. “The washer’s munted.” Whirling and dropping laundry, the American girl gawped at Noah. “Jeez! You scared me! That accent… Australia?” Leaning against a red-spattered freezer, Noah grimaced. “New Zealand.” Her brow furrowed. “Not Australia?” “Decidedly not.” “Our exchange student had an Australian […]