Outside his cramped apartment the world came alive in a chaotic fit while he stood peering out his bedroom window. Down below the early morning traffic had begun as the masses made their way to work. The constant roaring of the motors’ engines, the incessant honking of horns, and the sudden screeching of tires against the asphalt all accompanied this morning routine. Next door to his right, the elderly woman could be heard yammering about recent political scandals and the ongoing energy crisis with her seven cats, as she waited for her news program to start. Deep within the walls the rickety pipes shook violently and clanked against one another as water crashed through them, no doubt the aftermath of someone flushing their toilet. Doors slammed, keys rattled, and shoes clanked against the linoleum floor in the hallway. All of this should have broken his concentration. It should have been a distraction. His thoughts were all he could hear for his world was devoid of all sound. However, this wasn’t bothering him, not today. Today he stood there perplexed with the message he’d received late last night and the reasoning behind it.
Jason had sent him an email knowing that if he phoned no one would answer. The email was rather brief and revealed nothing. It merely read, “I need to see you tomorrow morning in my office. Trust me, Bryce. You’ll want to hear about this.”
Leave it to Jason to make a snide remark like that, but then again it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t. For the past year, Jason Brightman had served as both his audiologist and his friend.
Is this short story i%26#039;m working on intersting so far %26amp; can you tell what is wrong with bryce?
I want to know about Jason%26#039;s fantastic discovery that could restore Bryce%26#039;s hearing. Keep writing, your use of verbal imagery rivals that of my own. I really should get back to my own work as I am making an attempt at a science fiction novel.
Yellow Teeth
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