Flash Fiction

An unbroken, unrepeating melody wound its way throughout the hall encompassing all that was not previously perfection in it’s harmonious grifting. On the stage in front of antiquated silent movie there was quiet yet frantic activity whilst the sound architects readied for the coming crescendos.

Tensions built and the empty sweating hall groaned with empathy. Little splintering noises ensconced themselves within the grand union of sound. The rhythm ground forced its way out on instruments found on the hunch, and pulsed with a flavour of its own destruction.

The builders? The builders working as one, increased the tempo. The reaction from the hall was instant, another groan that acted as a natural counterpoint.

As the hall collapsed in upon itself the architects reached their final, utter climax. And all that remained was the dust of demolition mingled with the song that remains the same.