Hang up and weep

I hang up the phone and weep, dejected into shaking hands.  My head is banging, with every pealing scream that comes from outside I can feel another layer of my sanity peeling away like an onion.

The thought of my sanity being peeled away like an onion makes me hiccup with surprise as my sobs turn suddenly to a soft giggle, then a slightly more crazed, desperate sounding laugh.

Still outside screaming, it filled the day now, hell it must be the only sound in the whole neighbourhood right now.  dogs lay dead in the street the sound having caused their eardrums to burst and the poor pooches passed away with shock.

Would anything stop this infernal screaming?

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