Wall 80: Sprout

 

My 55 word story.  *shrugs*

Voices, and distraction.  Never pausing.  He would drown out the ambient noise with a new sort of listening.  The laughter faded away.  The singing.  The smiles.  He felt good for the first time.   Only a few more pesky noises.  A beating rythym.  It was all gone now.  How long would the battery last?