Day 4: January Mindful Writing Challenge


When I stopped singing the silence was deafening. Yet it was momentary. Fleeting. A few seconds of my life passed by in soundless ecstasy. A void where sound waves could not push molecule against molecule. Space. For an instant I was the astronaut I wanted so much to be as a boy. Even gravity was missing. I just hung in a quasi weightlessness between reality and my ability to sing. The moment was evanescent. It couldn’t last. Once gravity re-established it dominion, and my feet rested firmly on the real world, the sounds of that place poured back in like water from a tilting jug. Floorboards and doors creaked. Light bulbs cracked. Cars splashed along the street outside. And rain tapped at my window. I packed away the incomprehensible music with its lyrics leaping from one bar to the next, and put it away… until next time. I sat at the window. Watched the weather. Sipped a drink and felt my lungs relax. My vocal cords still hummed the tune from memory. And I dreamed impossible dreams.


About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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