It started in the park, the bagpipe drone. He walked to the street. It followed him there. He ran to his apartment. He stuffed his ears. Still, the bagpipes. His doctors scratched their heads. He whined to his friends and heard only the drone. He moved to a compound of similarly-afflicted people. But even they took solace in his plight. Most of them just heard flutes. ‘Fate plays cruel jokes,’ he concluded. And when all sounds turned against him, he embraced the man he had become and dressed – for himself and for the world – like a punchline.
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Title by: Car
Story by: Evan Greenspoon
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