Sunday, July 29, 2012

Impossible to hear for the wheels

She told me that there seemed to be an exact octave between the rumbling of our pull-along suitcase wheels on the asphalt and the whirring of two young guys who passed us on their skateboards, one carrying a chair and the other a long cardboard tube that could also, she thought, have also been making a sound as it moved, but one that was impossible to hear for the wheels.

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