Whispers

The keyboard clicks argued to his inner ear, poking the armored drums. Though autumn’s beginning marked last month’s calendar, summer’s heat still roasted him while he tried to sleep. His tender limbs liked no position in which he laid, his senses betrayed him by focusing to near super-human levels. Every whisper exploded with a mind-clenching shriek.

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1 comment so far

  1. Michelle Johnson on

    and so it goes while you’re trying to rest/ sleep. great write. have a wonderful day.


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