I’ve always heard the Whisperings,
The tangled murmur of conversation that fly around other people’s minds like angry wasps trapped under a glass on a hot summers day.
Doubt, worry, desire, guilt.
I know who people really are.
They frightened me, until I learnt to use my talent against them.
This fifty-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “murmer of conversation”
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