Shine - Acoustic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short story inspired by the song 'Shine - Acoustic' from the Muse album 'Hullabaloo'.

Cover image: Peter Bucks on Unsplash.

Shine

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard the voices of my parents raised in anger, not by a long shot. Once I might have been drawn from my room, thinking that maybe me being there would quiet things down. I know better now, and instead put my headphones on and turn up the volume of my music.

I let Matt’s voice echo through my mind, the strings of the acoustic guitar and bass, Dom’s rhythmic drum beats keeping it company. Maybe I should skip the track for it is bringing tears to my eyes with its haunting, almost fairground sounds.

Yeah, best to play something else, I decide as footsteps thump up the stairs, a door slams shut. Should I go down, see which of my parents is pacing around? Before I come to any real conclusive thoughts, I take my headphones off, burrow under the covers and fall into a fitful sleep.

Sometime during the night I wake up to the sound of an engine. Just a car passing by, I tell myself. It’s nothing to worry about, doesn’t concern me, and yet I can’t quite believe it. Sleep is over for the night, I guess, but I must drift off again for the next thing I’m aware of is my alarm beeping in my ear.

It takes me a moment to work out what day it is. Saturday; yeah, no school and both my parents home from work, pretending that they have not been at each other’s throats again, as if I could possibly not have heard. I won’t be spending much time home until the evening. By then they’ll have patched things up, ironed out their differences.

Up and dressed, I pull back the drapes. The sky is heavy with the promise of rain and for once I’m glad not to see the sun. Grey clouds suit my mood.

Mom’s car is not outside. I can’t explain why but that fact makes me panic. Daft. Get a grip, Sandy, she’s just gone shopping early, that’s all. I was going to head off downstairs but now decide to wait until she gets back. Putting away the groceries will cause a distraction, ease the tension a bit.

Maybe that would have worked except for the fact that the minutes, the hours are ticking past and my stomach is demanding breakfast. I open the door quietly and attempt to creep down the stairs. It’s possible that Dad will be doing some job outside and I’ll be able to sneak into the kitchen, get something to eat and head out without him even noticing. I try not to notice the lack of Mom’s coat and jacket in the hallway; there are none of her shoes there either, and most days there’s at least a couple of pairs.

It’s when I push my way into the kitchen and find my Dad sitting at the table, his head in his hands and his eyes red, that the sick feeling of dread becomes almost unbearable.

Sandy.” His voice cracks as he continues. “We need to talk about your mother.”

I freeze for a moment, shake my head and retreat from the room. “No,” I think I manage to gasp out before I dash back into my room.

Hullabaloo’ is waiting. I put on my headphones and when it gets to track 7 Matt’s vocals open up a floodgate of tears.

 


Submitted: April 27, 2020

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Mike S.

Nice take on the song, Hull!

Mon, April 27th, 2020 9:21pm

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Thanks, Mike! My third attempt.

Wed, April 29th, 2020 12:28pm

Vance Currie

I am not sure if found the right song, Hully, but the one that I found by Collective Soul seems to be a religious song--an appeal to Heaven to show where love can be found. I couldn't quite relate this to your story but that didn't matter because the story is very good, albeit somewhat depressing. Thanks for pointing me to the song (if it was the right one). I enjoyed that too.

Mon, April 27th, 2020 10:37pm

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Definitely not the right song, Joe, but not to worry. And thanks for giving this a read. I found this song to be a real challenge to base a story on.

Wed, April 29th, 2020 12:28pm

Sue Harris

A very sad story of how parental disputes affect the children... a parallel universe perhaps? So well written and very emotional.

Tue, April 28th, 2020 9:12am

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Thanks so much, Sue. This was my third attempt at writing something for the song. The other two just didn't seem right.

Wed, April 29th, 2020 12:19pm

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