Too Loud
"I dont like it" the little guy bounces up and down on my shoulder, wings flapping, a concerning shade of crimson.
"Its too loud." he whimpers, covering his ears as sounds suffocate us. he darts down my arm, finding the blue headphones. I nod. anything to shut out this cacophony. I find the playlist, and we listen for a while. in the distance, the sounds rumble like thunder, even when muffled.
"can we go?" he pleads. i nod. i pick up my bag, fill it with notebooks and pens and sweets, and get the hell out of here. No more.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Fascinated that this is a true story told as fiction, Sarah. I’m trying to work that out.
That aside, wow, you really seem to be on a roll, Sarah. Just what we need on Drablr right now. -
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Indeed. I just discovered you today but I hope you hang around. I too am trying to work out the exact meaning of this drabble.
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Sarah Oakes almost 3 years ago
thank you for your kind comments. the little guy is my anxiety and was having a bad day overwhelmed by sounds with a decorator
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Christopher almost 3 years ago
You're welcome. And thanks for the clarification.
