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An Explosion of Sound

Prompt curtsy of Roger Bultot

A memory cord is struck, as a explosion of noise vibrates my ear drums.

Will she be waiting at the top of the stairs. How will I find her in the medley of those dancing their time away. Worse will she snarl in anger. She is the love of my life, yet our time together is over. I move like a ghost, perhaps that is because I now am a ghost. I knew the army was a risk, but I wanted to build a career for us.

Damned if I can remember being blown up.

This Post Has 32 Comments
  1. Well done, Michael, you manage to evoke sympathy for your ghost.
    Although I’m not sure why he’d want to remember being blown up!

  2. I found myself wondering if we’re all ghosts! I think it’s better he doesn’t remember being blown up.

  3. That would be a tragic life (or afterlife). I was just reading in Gravity’s Rainbow how they said you never hear the one that gets you. True of your last line there.

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