Voices on the Wind Obscure Voices
Little Thunderstorm by Mary E. Lux Old man muttering and cussing, you rumble through the night over the cobblestone hours like Charlie next door, mumbling as he pushes his mower closer and closer, then unquietly clips and edges with snaps of his jagged, shiny blades finally waters a little-- not enough— then hobbles away into the cloud of silence in his darkened house.