Sound falls off the man's lips, but it does not reach my ears. I open my mouth, as if considering whether or not to ask him to repeat himself, but though I go through the motions of the words, they do not leave my mouth.
I try again to follow the words as the man grimaces. The music of the diner has drifted away on silver wings. My throat tighten as the sentence is once lost in the maze of my throat. The sounds of the kitchen, pasta being strained, sauces being simmered, pastries being baked, have gone silent.
The man furrows his brow as my lips move, but he holds a hand up as if to say stop. I frown, my hands wringing together. He speaks, that much is obvious by the movement of his lips, but no words register.
The word is easy to read on the lips, even without the hint of muffled sound.
It's terrible. My mind twists itself, trying desperately to escape the mazes of my head. Thoughts fly through my grasp, the man, the one who has helped me so many times before, swims before my eyes. The master of his craft, they used to say to him. Who is they?
Quiet is being drenched with sweat, cold in the corner of your room as you wait with quick breath to see if your door opens. You are home alone. Quiet is crying in your shower to hide the noise. Quiet is the cold grip of fear. Qu
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Event Your character goes deaf
Words Reach 50 words
Words Reach 100 words
Prop Include a pasta strainer
Event Someone has a world-changing idea
Words Reach 200 words
Character An enthusiastic craftsperson
Letter Use the letter Z
Letter Use the letter Q
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