Much Fuss About Nothing

 

Contemplating flaming ice and how one should really hold their mouth to get a poem to be born right, I heard with great alarm a squeaking sound. First thing I thought, “my fan”.

That fan always worries me because to pass a class I installed one in my new computer. It didn’t need one but to complete the course I took out a perfectly good one and put it right back in. A non-credit course, so it was a foolish thing to strive for perfection except that I love to learn; so I returned home with an A and a bit of knowledge about computers, mainly ‘if they’re not broke, don’t fix ’em’. That lesson came to mind as the squeaking sound grew louder.

“But hark, it isn’t the computer fan,” I mused aloud as I struggled upright after pressing my ear tight against the fan grill. What could it be? It was truly starting to bug me.

I walked the length of the hallway and the volume increased incrementally, especially as I neared the living room. I turned on the light; the cat was in the chair asleep, snoring quietly with beautiful rhythm,

Still the squeaking persisted. It could only be a cricket, yet I couldn’t see it. If it was a cricket it was in fine form… and then I saw him. Not inside, outside on the door sill and chirping at full trill.

I wanted to bring him in, in payment for his singing and maybe give him a meal. Common sense won out. I picked him up, stroked his back and turned him loose. It might have been my imagination but I declare as he hopped off into the grass he chirped something that sounded like, “You might have asked me in.”

 

2 comments

  1. Hi Sarah

    Still the squeaking persisted. It could only be a cricket, yet I couldn’t see it. If it was a cricket it was in fine form… and then I saw him. Not inside, outside on the door sill and chirping at full trill.

    I wanted to bring him in, in payment for his singing and maybe give him a meal. Common sense won out. I picked him up, stroked his back and turned him loose into the grass. It might have been my imagination but I declare as he hopped off into the grass he chirped something that sounded like, “You might have asked me in.”

    I am so glad you discovered it was a cricket. They are intricate creatures with sound and action. This was delightful to read and your musings put a smile on my face. Love the progression of this piece always keeping the audience in anticipation along with the narrator herself. I was there in the scene, sleuthing with you for the sound and the source. Thank you for sharing this, it was fun, whimsical and very imaginative!

    Take care
    wendy

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  2. Wendy,

    Thank you so much for your reply. I have never seen such a tiny cricket make such a huge sound.

    I was in my ‘writing room’ which is about 25 feet from where the cricket sat outside the door, It was
    as if he was begging to get in, I hope he has a long and happy cricket life!

    Sarah

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