Today is the fifth of December. The grass grows brown on the side of the road. Under the seat the car is vibrating. Is someone trying to reach him? John's hand moves to his pocket and pats. No. No.... Just an illusion. Honk! Did mary-ann just text? Woowoo! Did my boss just call?
Ring Ring Ring.... Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz.... Baaa-ding.... The sounds coalesce into a blinding wall of
sound. Each little notification. Every small ring. One at a time,
they are nothing. A phone. A text. An email. A letter. A
vibration. Who is trying to get a hold of me now?
ARGH!!!! EVERYONE!! THE ANSWER IS EVERYONE!!!... and no one. "Hello? Who is it?" Did I really just pick up my phone and say hello to a dial tone? My phone vibrates. Ah ha! "Hello?" This time it IS a text. Sender unknown.
Click! Wait... click? Nothing in my communication arsenal goes click. A sensation of heat is flowing over my face. Simultaneously, I can feel the wind biting into one cheek through the cracked window. Click. The heat is gone. And, somehow, I know that something else is gone, too.
Click. Ah ha! I know what it is. If I can just crane my head, I can see it. But see what? See that? "No, I don't." I open my eyes. Then open my eyes. And there it is. Quiet. Huh... that is what it looks like. The sunshine bathes me through openings in the leafy canopy. A breeze wooshes. Birds chirp far off. The sound of quiet, a lullaby.
The paramedics find him, while the police scratch their heads. Another? Yep.
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