Ruth Saxelby is a writer and editor in Queens, NY. Olympian, operatic, verging on the absurd. For the past two months, in the hottest summer on record, since something, someone somewhere said the woman has exhaled euphoria at least three times a day. I wake up to her morning release, have a cup of tea around the same time as her afternoon delight, and smoke to an orgasmic soundtrack every evening. We all have our windows open, you see. Sometimes one of the neighbours replies with an angry shout or a mocking moan. If the woman registers it, she gives no indication, save for occasionally getting louder. Her days and nights bleed into mine.
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