Fiction Friday: The Dance
With every week’s end, a new piece of fiction begins
Nov 1 · 3 min read

It always starts the same. A few loud thuds and then it feels like somebody’s running up in there. Then silence. I didn’t think too much of it at first — young couple, two kids — , they were bound to be noisy. But at 4 a.m.? Three nights in a row?


