The noisemakers

March 12, 2009

In the morning, she made tea, stirring in sugar quickly, the spoon scraping the bottom of the mug and making a soft tinkling sound, like far away wind chimes. The whole house was hushed, no water dripping from taps, no laundry tumbling down in the basement, no one else breathing or sighing or moving. The sipping noise she made as she drank reverberated. As the silent morning worse on, it became even more unbearable. Although she’d wanted them to go, she missed the noisemakers.

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