two nothings and a rumor

boom boom boom.

and then nothing.

and then, again: boom, boom, boom.

it was thunder in rapid succession, like he'd never heard it before. but it wasn't supposed to happen like that, was it? it should have been a surprise, an interruption to the rain tapping on the cold window like dead fingers, a proclamation of the inability of man to control the rhythm of the skies. but there it was, and again. and again.

boom, boom, boom.

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on the edge to the point that she could feel the sand crumbling under her feet, elizabeth contemplated the enormity of the sea, which shot straight up into the black night, rode round the world like a sopping wraith, and crashed on the shore beneath her, swallowing up sand and rock like a terrible hungry whale. "two similes in the same sentence," she thought. "if i don't do it now, i never will." outer space sunk to earth like a heavy example of every twist in every science fiction story she had ever read. like the decayed teeth of all the god's that ever existed. "fuck," she thought, stepping away from the edge. "that was two more." her brain spun like a galaxy, pain exploding into beautiful clouds, and happiness warming the tip of her nose.

she never saw him watching, waiting with a blanket and coffee and a story about a girl and the sea. he sighed and turned away. she'd be back, and he'd be waiting.

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without the ability to push air past vocal cords, how can a ghost speak, sing, or howl?