Life’s Too Short by Abby Jimenez
Banshee, demon-baby wailing from the apartment next to mine for the millionth hour straight. I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling in the dark. Rachel groaned from beside me. “You have to do something. Go over there.” I scoffed. “I’m not going over there. I don’t know her.” I think I’d seen my neighbor in the lobby getting her mail once, but she was on the phone and she didn’t make eye contact with me, so I didn’t say hi. Now I wished I’d at least gotten to know her well enough to be able to text her and ask her to please move to a room that didn’t share a wall with my bedroom.