Humor
A Godless Eden
I shifted in my bed, grumbling a handful of groggy obscenities at the ruckus upstairs. It sounded like a plane was having a drunken affair with a steam engine, all roaring wind and bucking thuds. The damn tenants upstairs didn’t seem to understand how thin the floors were. If I so much as took a step out of bed, the grumpy prick below me would know. I knew this, of course, because every time I so much as tiptoed on a creaky board the bastard would scream like I'd just killed his cat.
By Daley Malpass3 years ago in Fiction
