Prompt: Your sibling has been practicing music for hours on end, suddenly there’s a loud crash and then complete silence.
Blurb:
“Mike, Mike, what are you doing in there?” Silence follows my question, not a groan, shuffling of feet, or a mumble telling me to leave my little brother alone, and that he’s fine. I open the door to find his soprano saxophone on the ground next to his music stand, but I do not see him. I push the door all the way open and walk in to glance around the corner and see his window is open. Odd because he never opens his window, I mean we never have a need to so, I know he never opens it let alone leave it open. Walking over to the window I lean over the edge trying to see the ground, “Mike?” From the street, I hear tires screech I turn and run down the stairs and out the front, “Mike!”
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