Thursday, May 29, 2008

There is no picture for this kind of sound.


The scream from the office down the hall filled us like a tsunami of words strung together painting horror a son a son a son found dead.

We all ran through fluorescent light down the linoleum hallway to grab hold tight the body trying to push her way into another reality where the voice snapping from her cell phone was making a big mistake a big mistake calling the wrong number someone else with the same name and same son but not her not hers.

2 comments:

EL said...

this is heart braking!

Nick said...

When I walked in the office that afternoon it was so somber, I could'nt understand because I wasn't there. You really captured the moment, it truly is heart braking.