Incessant


There is no letup in it, continuing for minutes into
seeming hours; the kind of noise that drives the
human psyche off the brink. It goes on and
on .... and on ... Piercing every nerve brought
forth as a barrier. It moaned. It groaned. It howled.
At times it went into its mechanical mode;
grinding, clanking, screeching, banging hard and
loud. It became a noise within a noise within a more
disturbing noise. Just before he submitted to
it's demanding possession of body and spirit.
he struggled to surface above it all and breathes
again. his lungs ready to explode ... consciousness
kicked in allowing him to reach for the damned
telephone!


F William Broome 2010