But, oh, it was a crazy place. And if it wasn’t crazy itself it did its very best to make people crazy. I don’t remember the order in which the following things happened, but to hurry things along to some kind of conclusion, I present them here all in a jumble: In one bedroom somebody bashed a large hole right through the wall – I’m not sure if it went out into the hall or perhaps sideways into the bathroom, but when our one year was up this was a definite strike against us. Another was the series of hammer holes made in the wall along the entire length of the second-floor hall – made when somebody got upset because the neighbours on the other side of our shared wall wouldn’t keep it down – hammering holes being, of course, the best way to deal with this sort of trouble …
Bio:
Joe Davies’ writing has appeared in the Missouri Review, eFiction India, the New Quarterly, PRISM international, the Rappahannock Review, Grain, the Dublin Review, and now and again in ºÚÁϳԹÏ×ÊÔ´ Quarterly. He lives in Peterborough, Ontario.