This is an original fiction piece written for StoryADay September. Read more & follow here.
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It’s not until you’re laying there that you realize how different reality is from the movies–especially in this case.
That moment exposes the assumptions you had about how this sort of thing would happen, and the various details and nuances of those assumptions are really affected by the cultural influences you take in.
The biggest difference? For me, at least, it was the sound. Or rather, to be more specific, the lack of it.
Music. Squeal. Cursing. Bending of metal. Breaking of glass. Breaking of branches. Landing of body.
And then, silence.
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