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He stubbed his cigarette out with more
pressure than was required and turned obver to go to sleep. But it
was too quiet. Now and again he raised his head off the pillow and
listened. Once a dog barked in the distance. Then another and another,
from different farms. And just as suddenly they stopped and the silence
returned. He listened so hard there was a kind of static in his ears
- like listening to the sea in a shell. He expected whispering voices,
the squeak of a rubber-soled shoe on their concrete path. He had heard
on the radio once that the Universe had started with an unimaginable
explosion and that static was its dying echoes a skillion years later.
He lay on his back and listened to the echoes, waiting for his window
to explode. |
