JOHN H. DROMEY: Sonic Signals

Without X-ray vision, I cannot say with certainty what goes on in the apartment above. I can only speculate. The tenant’s noise-making cannot be eliminated entirely, of course, but confiscating his pogo stick, restricting lessons for cloggers to midday only, and impounding his pet elephant might be a good start. John H. Dromey’s short fiction’s … Continue reading JOHN H. DROMEY: Sonic Signals →