Sunday, June 1, 2014

continuing silence


  It was a great performance and everyone applauded, except me.
  The loud clapping turned into a standing ovation. I stood up, yet remained quiet.
  There was a curtain call and the adulation became uproarious. Standing there noiselessly, i watched the tumult rise and fall around me.
  As the crowd began to depart, the exiting murmur was a kind of silence all its own. Underneath it i heard someone say, "What was up with the weirdo who was next to you?"

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