27 Update – Nostalgia Is Fine By Me

DAY 123 – (October 2, 2016) – A day of work that kept me in a nostalgic grip. I’ll put a sample of it below. Total word count: 519.

“The boy notices the closer he gets to the tracks, the louder the lonesome sound becomes. He takes careful halfsteps, can see the shimmer of the puddle to the side of the mounded earth, lets out a long-held breath, and is then startled when the lonesome sound stops in mid-note. Now, and this is the paramount thought in the boy’s mind, the only thing that exists is the silence, a deep wealth of it, a heaving animal, large and dying, fixing itself across the surface of all the earth. It is a vacuum now, the field, the railroad tracks just before him, the clapboard house far behind, a vacuum in which sound is dead. And then, subtle and lightly at first, comes the lonesome sound again. A bleating? A croaking? Was it the sound of the boy himself crying beneath the bedsheet and quilt, an echo of this crying, a low moan of such helplessness and aloneness only a child could bear it?”

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