The normal ringing of tinnitus was replaced with the buzzing of some nocturnal critter outside the bedroom window. A cricket perhaps. She listened and wondered at it for some time. She rarely heard any outside noises over her fan, save for the occasional owl that would perch itself on the fence. The fan drowned out…
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Black Coffee
We were so poor we couldn’t afford sugar for our coffee. Even with five of us splitting it, we could barely make rent in a three-bedroom apartment with sun-bleached carpet and an A/C that never worked. It was prime real estate—across the street from the university. Everyone wanted it. We got it. But there was…
Angela Hebert 