Know that sound of breaking glass? Know how everyone in the room/area freezes and goes silent when they hear it? Its like the human race as a whole has some sort of manufactured instinct instilled in them from childhood and seems to be pretty universal. Like now for instance, when I threw the snow ball intending to strike the side of my house but instead got the window.
There's that stillness, beyond the winter calm, that seems to permeate everything. I'm frozen in place watching the shards of glass slide from the frame in a sort of tortured slow motion. Even the cars on our normally busy road seemed to have stopped driving buy. For a moment I think to myself it's like one of those movies I've seen where the action sequence slows down to almost nothing and you hear someone yelling in the background in uber slow motion monotone 'Noooooo....!!!'
With a jolt reality seems to reassert itself and time resumes, I can hear the glass shattering against the window sill and my dog Maggie starting to bark. That's when the real panic sets in, my mom's going to kill me!
My ascertain is only confirmed when I hear my first, middle, and last name bellowed from behind the broken window.
Nice that the piece freezes a moment and describes the freezing of a moment--and those aren't quite the same thing, so we have the writing mirroring the thing being written about.
ReplyDeleteIt's something I wanted to try for a while now but hadn't had a venue to write it in. I'm glad it worked!
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