Mary Burns
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Reflection
The sound is earsplitting. Thump thump…thump thump… thump thump…thump thump I must close my eyes, pinching my eyelids with my fingertips, leveling pressure is needed at times to leave this reality. The sound seems much closer today. I wonder how long it will stay this time. The burning smell that always accompanies the deafening sounds are not so bad today. The smell reminds me of when a small piece of clothing would get stuck in a dryer before the sensors would turn the machine off. To feel the hot burning piece of clothing are just memories. With the vibration that of a drum line… pounding deafening sound. The world has changed so that we may never return to that world of enjoying washer and dryers. Clean running water and not to feel of the mist that runs down the flat wall of glass that covers our world now. For as long as one can wander before the sound that stops us. To retreat to the tunnels that protect us. The mist seems to come with the far running water sound.
By Mary Burns3 years ago in Fiction