Soon after Karen and her family moved into the new house, she became aware of a rhythmic sequence of musical tones, one very low (but somehow booming) sound followed by two very high pulsating notes. It wasn't something she heard all day, only when the house was very quiet and she was the only creature awake in it. This is when she would prowl the house to try to find the source. She began to call it The House Melody.
Karen had always had very good hearing, even had perfect pitch. It didn't surprise her a bit that no one else could hear it. Eventually she chalked the mysterious melody up to an idiosyncrasy of the new home, and tried to ignore it.
A family trip to a hotel deep in the Catskills that had been their favorite for a few years was called for. Cross country skiing in the crisp snow, bowling, swimming, a piano in the lobby and no TVs in the rooms. Silence.
That first night, when the quieting snow had hushed her world, she prepared for bed, happy for a chance to sleep where the Melody would not be heard.
There it was, a low boom followed by two high pulsating notes. It was in her head!
Inspired by my tinnitus, this little story is the first good thing to have ever come from it. I don't have perfect pitch thank goodness or I would not be able to stand all this racket in my head.
The image is mine of my deck this morning.
This is my entry to @mariannewest freewrite challenge @mariannewest/day-500-5-minute-freewrite-monday-prompt-sound
Thank you for reading!