Callithump

Their thoughts had followed her all the way back to her room. They were getting closer each time. A monstrous callithump of freaks parading down the high street of her mind, casting her own weakening thoughts to the side, bullying them into oppressed silence. 

She closed her eyes and focused on him. A shy smile began to stretch across her pale and worried face. As long as they didn't know about him, her sanity was safe. She just had to invoke a mental image of him to clear a side street in the crowded maze of her mind. She was always expecting to find him when she was getting to her hideaway. It was the craving to be cradled in his arms again that was keeping her alive. But all she was ever greeted by was white noise and static snow. 

Hélène L.

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cling, clang, clack,

tappa, rap, snap -

rattle, bang, clunk,

ting, tang, tunk -

rattle, boom, plonk,

plink, ting, tonk -

zing, zhang, zump,

Enjoy the Callithump!

 

Kelli B.