When the Music Stops
– Mary Emma Tisinger
Suddenly there was silence. Dead silence.
I was on my way to the mailbox, enjoying the beautiful song of the birds nesting in the pines that lined the long driveway. All of a sudden, the birds stopped their singing. The quiet was startling.
I had just stepped off the curb, my foot in mid-air. “Hey, what happened?” I glanced (more…)