Broken Windows – short story by Michael Botur

1. A window smashes, tinkles. Party music punches the air. You sit upright in bed, afraid to breathe. There‚Äôs a lull, for a silent second, then your neighbour is bellowing at his woman over the bass. Doof doof doof. Like somebody stamping on the floor in boots. You speed-dial the council, checking on Felicity as … Continue reading Broken Windows – short story by Michael Botur