The Sound
Page 86
“You could say that.” Andrew glanced at the cash register. A phantom facsimile of Clarissa reached for a to-go bag from the pass-through. She vanished as she turned to ring it up. Andrew looked up at the man. “How long have you been here?”
“About a month or so. Came down from Tacoma. This place seemed pretty tame in comparison to where we'd been, so we stuck around. And I'd go so far as to say it's gotten even better in the past three days. Ever since that big boom in the sky. Did you hear it?”
Andrew offered a tight-lipped grin. “I did.”
“People everywhere are talking about how things feel different now. Some are even saying that they think the Sound is gone for good.”
“Wouldn't that be something.”
“Indeed it would.” The man smiled instead of saying anything further. “So can I bring you something? Dawn makes a mean eggs Benedict.”
“Would it be okay...” Andrew started. He had to take a breath to finish the second half of his sentence. “...if I just started with some water?”
“Not a problem. Take your time.”
The man peeled away, stopping to check on a nearby table before he headed to the kitchen. He wasn't back there five seconds before his wife peeked over the bar to look at Andrew. Andrew turned away and looked out the window.
So much destruction. Pastora was a small town, but the damage it had sustained was severe. Andrew couldn't begin to imagine how population centers pushing a million or more people must look. The task of rebuilding seemed insurmountable.
He spied a mother and her daughter, who was perhaps four-years-old, walking on the sidewalk toward the restaurant. The mother stopped to pick up a toppled garbage can and set it away from the road then proceeded to collect the trash that swirled around her in a gentle breeze. She clawed for the papers and wrappers until she contained every last scrap then stuffed it all into the can. Taking her daughter by the hand, she continued down the walk. More drifts of garbage roiled at the woman's feet, but she was unconcerned with those. Her daughter shot at the refuse with a toy gun that spat bubbles.
Crossing the street, the mother and daughter proceeded along the sidewalk adjacent to Andrew's window. The daughter turned her pistol to the trees and shot bubbles at complacent birds and excitable squirrels, her tiny mouth contorted into a knot that made explosive sounds. She saw Andrew looking at her as she passed by. She pointed her weapon at him and fired.
Andrew brought his hand weakly to his chest and pretended to recoil as if struck. He slumped onto the glass and let his eyes fall shut, the girl erupting with satisfied glee before she and her mother continued along.
It felt good not to move. So that's what Andrew did.
He was so very, very tired.
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Acknowledgments
The author wishes to thank the most awesome group of red-pen assassins the world has ever seen. Special thanks go out to Sarita Spradlin, Elizabeth Fogt, Noelle van der Straaten, Kim Sperl, and James & Barbara Sperl for their time and selfless commitment to reviewing this book.
Copyright © 2017 James Sperl
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental—and positively horrifying.
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