"UKUTHULA. . !" WHISPERS THE SHELL". . . UKUTHULA!"

Her mind could almost
taste

the silence

like a small girl *******
an orange ice lolly

when the only future
was now

and the summer was
a forever.

The computer was stunned.
The telephone didn't know - what to say.
The television had a blank look on its 28 inch face.
The doorbell had its batteries forcibly removed.
The hoover had been ripped form its wall socket.

The silence seeped into
everything

spreading over the
mechanical beings

that dominated
her day.

"But...but...but..!" they seemed to say.
"...we run this house...this life!"


"Shhhhhhh. . .shhhhhhh!"
she replied telepathically.

She held a shell
from a 1984 African holiday

to her left ear
and listened...listened

to an ocean
roaring within her.