The jester accidentally dropped his mask, during the performance, and Molly froze in terror.
A counsellor had told her,
“The sounds in your head have risen to a level, where you can’t hear the fusion. We call it ‘white noise’.”
The noise was turning black, as it got spiked with hatred. Life was no longer about victimhood and self-pity. The auditorium resonated with the sound of gunshots.
Two bodies swayed before the fall. One was the performer on stage. Another was a girl in the audience, drifting to another level of consciousness. She was finally the captain of her ship.
(5) Words: | FUSE | JESTER | SAIL | NOISE | BLACK |
(‘drift’ has been used in lieu of ‘sail’)