Salient Sounds
Back when I was young enough to invent and trust in my own Boy Scout knot, I tied a tape-recorder to a turtle’s shell and set it free. The first hard rain must’ve broken the flimsy thing, but I like to pretend it recorded the rain without breaking. This way, if the turtle ever returned, I could listen to the salient sounds teeter throughout the hum of low-fidelity. Maybe I’d hear my voice as a child telling him not to go too far. Or maybe I’d only hear him passing through the tall grass and, very slowly, going too far.
Photo Credit: Glenn Harper
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I really liked this story. It left my heart full of wistful childhood dreams, full of possibilities.
Really enjoyed it. Loved the way it spoke of childhood and adventure.
This story makes me happy.
Me too. Excellent work Connor Walsh!