The same music had stirred the silence of the neighborhood yet again. A little boy who had no idea of the world had started to wonder what this sound was.
When the night fell, the haunting sound had yet again pierced the drums of the little boy's ears, disrupting his sleep and causing him to cry. A tall, gentle figure started to comfort the kid until he was lulled to sleep.
The next morning, instead of waking up to the sound of the roosters or the chirping of birds, he was awoken once more by the sound that was starting to be his alarm for everyday.
Soon enough, the little boy got curious on what the sound was and peeked out the window when he heard it again even though his mother told him not to. He'd observed people gather and mourn everytime the music played. Being the nature of a child, the kid got more curious and went out the streets when the sun dimmed.
He walked the crowded streets buzzing with voices and listened for any sign of the music. After a few minutes, the disappointed kid decided to go home.
The next morning, the music played once more and the curtains of the window raised, only this time it was the mother with tears streaming down her cheeks.
YOU ARE READING
A Series Of Short Stories
Storie breviFirst of all, the cover is not mine. It is just a random photo. Second, this is just a bunch of short stories so if you like short stories, please take time to read and comment. I'm open for suggestions. :)
