For Tess

A sound. Swift, soft, and sudden, but a sound none-the-less. In a world that’s become so silent, you really begin to appreciate sound. Your attention has been grasped and your body goes stiff. Sure, it’s a forest, you realize, there are plenty of things scurrying about capable of making that kind of noise. The animals still roam free, they were never subject to the wrath that the humans were. It could be anything. A squirrel maybe, or a rabbit. But some part of you just knows: whatever that was, it wasn’t a fucking rabbit.

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