A Loud Noise

He unwrapped the bundle to reveal the old, battered bugle which he was forced to play in the village marching band as a boy.
Even the sight of it brought forth a sense of intense dislike.

He could clearly remember puffing his cheeks in time to the music while others around him carried the tune, but all he could manage from the cacophonous instrument was a loud noise, ungainly and unpleasant much like the honk of an irate swan.

He folded the sheet over again. Some things were best left in the past.

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A Loud Noise – © 2022 Paul J. Fleming