Onomatopoeia and Silly Noises

So, this one time, many years ago, S and I are sitting in the hospital. She’s mostly unconscious on pain meds, I’ve been sitting there beside her for the last few hours, amusing myself reading a book[1] or whatnot, and the nurse comes in, to kindly bring her her supper.

The nurse brings over the mobile table-tray thing, and rotates it into place.


The nurse moves it back.


“It’s him.” S says, from her mostly dazed state. “He’s doing it.”

I had apparently been semi-consciously making sound effects. “Making the world come alive” as S puts it.

[1]Probably my phone.

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