Still Life in Harlem
“The panic in her shouting came echoing faintly as if from out of a dream. I tried to shake myself loose from this dream, but the screaming would not stop. When I realized it was not a dream, I sat up in bed, listened for a minute, then tried once more to go back to sleep.
Many times I had heard wild rantings such as these coming through an open window. Nearly every weekend in fact, from somewhere in my apartment building or in the building across the way, a drunken couple would spend hours deep... in the night hurling abuse at each other. She would end each session by throwing her lover out. He, having had enough, would always leave. Somehow, though, he would be there again the following night and the next weekend too, drunk the two of them and at it again.
When I awoke a second time, a brief minute or two later, I realized there was nothing I recognized in the shrieking. I wasn’t so sure now that it came from the couple across the courtyard.
At first I tried to ignore it. I couldn’t.MoreLess
Many times I had heard wild rantings such as these coming through an open window. Nearly every weekend in fact, from somewhere in my apartment building or in the building across the way, a drunken couple would spend hours deep... in the night hurling abuse at each other. She would end each session by throwing her lover out. He, having had enough, would always leave. Somehow, though, he would be there again the following night and the next weekend too, drunk the two of them and at it again.
When I awoke a second time, a brief minute or two later, I realized there was nothing I recognized in the shrieking. I wasn’t so sure now that it came from the couple across the courtyard.
At first I tried to ignore it. I couldn’t.MoreLess
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