The noise started as a low rumble located far away.

He turned in a circle. Fields and woods lay undisturbed in all directions; yet, it persisted. From a low rumble it became louder; incoherent, impossible to identify.

Birds escaped the shadowed woods. Black dots dovetailed away, upset by the oncoming tsunami of sound. Grasses hesitantly quivered; the ground vibrated with urgency.

From all directions they flooded.

From everywhere.

Hundreds and thousands of people, all streaming towards him. The chatter was unbearable. Drowning.

Stopping, enclosing him in a circle; the noise finally ceased.



Raucous singing:

Happy Birthday To You…

©DJA 2016


From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories