Daniel Green wasn’t like other boys. He was small and
polite. He didn’t like getting dirty or being noisy and he had a driving sense
that he would one day do something extremely important. Now, some might argue that these things did not make Daniel all to different from other boys and they'd be right. The thing that made Daniel most different of all,
was that he could hear things, unusual things that escaped the notice of most people. In
the summer he could hear the bees singing softly to themselves as they flitted
among his mother's creeping myrtle. He could hear the vibrant song of the
rainbow and the low bass rumble of the rising sun. It took him a long time to
learn that he alone could hear these things.
At two his comments about the sounds of the moonlight were
“precious”. At four they had become disregarded. By six they’d become tiresome
to his parents and at eight they were banned. He came to grips with that he
could hear some things others could not. So he kept his complaints about the
sun’s noise waking him to himself and for all intents and purposes became a normal
boy. Well, a more normal boy anyway. But he continued to listen to that which
he was not supposed to be able to hear.
So it was not an unusual day when Daniel, on his way to the
park, found himself listening to the musical skittering of the sun beams
striking the black asphalt, the straining sounds of the lawns growing and the
muttering of butterflies. Then rather suddenly Daniel caught a strange feeling
that he could not quite describe. You know it, the tingle in the back of your
mind when you walk into a room and know it is not empty when it should be, or
when you feel someone staring at you from across a crowded room. The little
girl from down the street, Hanna who was typically a bundle of noise, both normal and
paranormal, had gone silent.
Daniel turned towards her just as Hanna fell, her
blue eyes wide, her little pink lips forming a startled “o”. From the yard her
mother screamed and came in a rush of feet, past the tall pale woman clad in a cloak
of gray feathers. The woman who made no sound. Daniel strained his special ears but
he could not hear the rush of her blood, the wheeze of her breath or the
musical hum of a living human. The Gray Woman was utterly silent, and somehow she had
silenced Hanna.
The Gray Woman, unobserved by any but the horrified boy,
strode casually away, her pale eyes leaking thin trails of smoke.
And Daniel suddenly knew what his purpose was, why he could hear (and apparently see) what others could not. He ran all the way home.
~SJA