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Microfiction | Grind | Misophonia | Torture |
Incessant Noise
December 5 MicroXpression: Grind
The gears turn, rupturing the quiet of the room.
Click… Click… Click…
Metal against metal they grind, spinning their wheels as the seconds tick by. The hand moves, spinning its slow revolve around the circle, counting down the imaginary grains of sand that fall through the hourglass. Even though I can’t see it, I know that’s what it is.
Click… Click… Click…
The sound agitates my brain, an irrational anger breaking sweat over my skin. It grates across my nerves like nails on a chalkboard, driving me toward the brink of insanity.
Click… Click… Click…
My hands shake and I drop the blade to the floor with a clang, red coloring my vision as the barely contained rage fumes inside. I have to stop that incessant noise before my head explodes.
I see the glint of gold in his pocket from the overhead light in the room. My mouth aches from the grinding of my teeth so hard I can almost feel them crack. The pocket watch is in my hand in the blink of an eye and I can feel the vibrations as it continues to tick.
