tayberryjelly
Static noise. Classical music. The sound of the world changing. Rock music. Rap music. Pop music. The newest top hit. The sounds of your life, my life. The sounds of our trouble. A void. A large void in which nothing important happens. Something beautiful at the same time. The sound of someone speaking, someone saying something that matters.
A life vest for your ears, saving you from all of the troubles in the world. Listen to the radio, to your heart. Don't listen to what anyone else says because you know what, it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except for the sound of music notes flowing into your ears from the speakers. It's a beautiful thing.
The sound of the radio was in the background as I continued to flip burgers on the grill. The sizzle of them baking filled my ears. The radio music was just background noise. I didn't notice that I was even listening to it until the boss came in and shut it off with one elegant move of his fingers. That was it, I thought. He caught us. He knew exactly what we did.
I turned the knob in the car and listened as the sweet sound of the music filled the car. The window was slightly opened and cool air was rushing in. The sky was blue, no clouds. The sun was shining. And then, out of nowhere it happened. All I saw was the shattering of glass, the screeching of breaks. I couldn't feel my legs. I didn't know where I was or who I was or even what happened.
She held the pack in her hand. From her fingers, she could detect its minty odor. What did it mean? Did it mean anything at all? Maybe it meant nothing...But what about the way he smiled at her? Was that nothing do? It was WAY too devious to mean nothing, wasn't it? She couldn't decide and looked at the pack in her fingers.