IWTS No. 46

I was the sound you forgot, or do you remember? You were sitting in your grandmother’s garden on a summer day, picking wild strawberries. The soil was cold and moist and riddled with worm holes. The sky was blue and high and bloomed with clouds. At quarter past 2 you pulled a strawberry from its home and were startled by the sudden crash of a singular sound, a type of sound which you had never heard before and would never hear again. One could not describe this sound, for description relies on relative comparisons, and you have never heard a sound anything like it. Perhaps the best I might do is say, it sounded like the color turquoise was split by the smell of black pepper. It was a genius, spicy note. And though you have never known it, it changed your life completely.