Sound Logs

Hallway
Silence. Emptiness. Approaching feet-heels. Click, click. Each step echoes off the Sheetrock. Door opens with a rush of wind. Another rush. Two girls chatting. Something about rushing-maybe sorority, maybe late. Too many words in a breath. How do they walk and speak that fast? Swoosh of the door. Muffled footsteps and heavy breathing. Repeat. Repeat about twenty times. "This is our last stop on the tour." Ahh. Group separates left and right. "How do we get to the parking lot?" Rustled paper. "Mom..." Quickened steps. Leather slapping the floor, flip flops. Smattered steps. Silence again.

Commons
Water pouring slowly. Constant stream. Gentle. Chirps in high register. Water still. Rustle of tree branches. Soft scratches from needles on bark. Distant barking. Large dog, deep bellow. Man shouting. Apparently its a bad dog. Water still flows. Clicks constantly come closer. Clicks and clinks. Bicycle. Grass crunches as I lean back. Wind blows into my ear. Sounds like distortion. Barks are closer now. Man yells at dog. Water flows gently.