I was reading in the Rolling Steel Tent. It was chilly and the doors and windows were closed, so it was very quiet. I became aware of a soft sound that resembled the pickity-tickety of a hard drive as its heads flicked back and forth. It was combined with a hollow ping-a-ta-plink sound. What was it? Where was it coming from?
The sound disappeared as I moved toward the front of the van and returned as I moved toward the back, but it got softer at the very rear. It got fainter as I sat more upright and louder as I scrunched down. Ah-ha! There it was, right next to my good ear. An open can of diet cola.
The can had been open for a while, so it was releasing only dozens of bubbles at a time instead of billions. The soda-to-empty-can ratio determined the pitch.
Life in the Rolling Steel Tent has been a series of mysterious sounds, from flopping bungee cords, to a cracked roof rack, to a mouse, to things going on in my own body. Now, if only I could do something about the voices.
My voices sing. They sing one song over and over until they finally pick another song to sing over and over. Right now it is The Games People Play. Which has a lot of verses. But I only know four. Still that's better than only knowing half of a verse, right? Or is it?ReplyDelete
That was an embarrassed smiley face. Ailing becs I have had similar experiences. Which is indicative of the good quality of your writing.ReplyDelete
Once I had a tick tick noise in the van and I was sure it was a mouse. It wasn't.ReplyDelete