Flash Fiction #213 – The Sound Life Makes

Mara hangs up her cell.

Her co-workers are still laughing.

Just a second ago she was, too.

But then—

her husband, her husband… he called… he… said those words.

“Our daughter is dead.”

Her co-workers keep laughing.

The wall clock dares to keep ticking.

Mara grabs her keys and hobbles to her car.

Singing Birds.

Blue sky.

Not a single fucking cloud.

A girl, that is not her girl, jumps a rope.

Mara screams. Mara screams, loud and long,

because she just can’t bear the sounds that life makes as it keeps going on.

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