Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 19:41:49 GMT -4
It's quiet at first... it sneaks up on you, and before you know it, it's at full volume, playing its endless song- the same song it's been playing for fifty years. Slowly, it plows through the street, on the lookout for running children. But there are no children here. There is only emptiness.
The world is silent, all except for this truck haunting you from your childhood summers. And, just like the memories, it drives away, gradually, as the music goes lower and lower and more and more distorted until all you can hear is the echoes of the past faintly singing in the distance. Soon, it is silent once more, and no trace was left behind- only the ancient song looping endlessly in your head.
The world is silent, all except for this truck haunting you from your childhood summers. And, just like the memories, it drives away, gradually, as the music goes lower and lower and more and more distorted until all you can hear is the echoes of the past faintly singing in the distance. Soon, it is silent once more, and no trace was left behind- only the ancient song looping endlessly in your head.
