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Here’s another little 99-word story for this week’s Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge, on the topic of sound. This story is inspired by the life of a good friend of mine.
“You’re too fat.”
“Stop being a baby.”
“Cut that out right now. We’re Christians. We don’t do dance moves like that.”
“Why can’t you be more like your sister?”
“I don’t want you hanging around with that kid anymore.”
Throughout her childhood she heard the sound of criticism and felt the stabbing silence of her unspoken replies.
But finally she grew old enough to escape the din. In the struggle-filled freedom of adulthood, the words she never spoke, buried deep inside her, began to softly whisper their presence.
Now she’s learning what it sounds like to speak for herself.