Laughing Girl

I woke to the sound of her laughter. It was a kind of hee hee, the way that laughing used to be written of in comics, almost akin to that of a hyena’s. She visits one of the flats across the way from us and on warm nights they have their windows open. It drives him mad. Me less so. It was after 11pm. But it’s nice to think that they were having a good time. I’ve never minded the sounds of others. It’s the benefit of living in flats – there is life. Life beyond oneself.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.