Story a day: 8.18.16

Sound rode pummeling waves. Waves tipped in ice. Waves that could cut and shear and slice. Sound crashed around him like a storm. Everyone pulled out their umbrellas and weathered the blast without more than minor irritation. How was it, then, that the sound clawed at him and bent his back, turning him into a hunched and cowering old man?

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