Waking dinosaurs

The microphone and the audio control panel sit on the credenza, waiting, gathering dust. He was going to do wondrous things with that equipment someday, tell stories and sing songs and create aural marvels to share with the world.

He listens to the sounds of the house — the washing machine and refrigerator doing their things — and suddenly puts a finger to his wrist.

He feels for a few seconds.

“Yep, I still have a pulse.”

He takes a couple of deep breaths.

“It’s true! I’m still breathing.”

He remembers where the power switch is, and he flips it. Lights twinkle here and there across the control panel.

He drapes the guitar strap over his shoulder, adjusts the microphone, and clicks the “record” button.

“One, two, one two three four,” he murmurs.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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