Then, from his speakers, still paused on track seven, a faint laugh. Not the song. Not his laptop fan. A real laugh, warm and close, like someone had just told a joke in his ear.
The file stayed on his desktop. The folder never grew. But some nights, when he couldn’t sleep, he’d swear he heard track eleven playing from the other room—where no one lived. The 1975 Being Funny In A Foreign Language zip
Leo’s cursor hovered over the delete button. Then, from his speakers, still paused on track
