Not Very Neighbourly
by Madeline Mora-Summonte The music, always so loud. Edna asks, begs, demands. The neighbours next door stare blankly, deny, close the door in her face. Fury scorches her. Then, the icy focus finds her. Happens every time. That night, Edna pads across the back lawn, hatchet in hand. She slashes, silences the stereo, radio, phone. […]