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tamingthemuseTitle: Silence in the house
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 353 - In flagrante delicto
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: It seemed to her that she could hear the functional heart of her house beating all around her, almost as if it was enveloping her.
The house was quiet for once. Sabine’s parents had just got out to buy some groceries, leaving Sabine alone for an hour or so. She was lying on top of her bed, her book discarded on the floor. She couldn’t read. It was too silent. The only sounds she could hear were the buzzing of the electrical appliances in the house. It was strange. It seemed to her that she could hear the functional heart of her house beating all around her, almost as if it was enveloping her. She had never known there was this constant droning on top of the rest of noise of the family. She wondered where it originated from.
She jumped out of her bed and slowly opened her bedroom door. She stuck her head out, turning it right and left to check that the corridor was indeed empty. She thought the house could maybe do some other strange things when it thought it was on its own and she really didn’t want to bother it. She wanted to know how it behaved when it was on its own. She might not get another chance now that her baby brother would soon be born. There would be too many people in the same house to ever get a chance to have it all to herself before another long while.
She stepped very carefully into the corridor. She closed her eyes and listened to the buzzing. It didn’t really seem to come from the first floor. It was deadly quiet around her. She thought it was probably coming from the ground floor. She started walking on her tip-toes down the stairs. She didn’t want to bother the house.
As she reached the ground floor, the constant buzzing was stronger. She closed her eyes again to focus on the sound. She smiled as she realised it came from the kitchen. She very slowly walked into that room and sat on a stool. She closed her eyes. She felt almost engulfed by the droning like a warm embrace. She had never known the fridge could have hiccups, or that the freezer could cough.
“Bzzzzzzz….,” she started her voice low.
Can you hear me, she wanted to say but she couldn’t make sense of the answer she was sure she got. Maybe she had said something offending without meaning to. She opened her eyes slowly to peak at the fridge. It was the same as ever. It probably wasn’t upset at her then.
“Bzzzzzz?”
There was still no answer. Maybe they couldn’t hear her she realised. She had never seen anything resembling ears on them. She waited for what seemed an eternity to her, but there still wasn’t any sign of communications from any of the appliances. She sighed heavily. The house was boring when it was empty.
She spun around on the stool and jumped off to run back upstairs to her room and toys, but just as she was about to exit the kitchen her eyes caught a glimpse of the cookie jar. She stopped abruptly and walked backwards to the jar.
If the house couldn’t communicate, it surely couldn’t tell her parents if she took a cookie without asking. She grinned. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that the house couldn’t understand anything.
She grabbed the stool, brought it next to the counter with the cookie jar. She stepped on it and grabbed the jar. She took it down with her on the ground. She would need time to examine the cookies and choose the best one possible.
She sat on the floor and opened it, and just as her hands was reaching for the first cookie to peak at it, she heard someone yell.
“Gotcha!”
She jumped from the surprise. She tried hastily to hide the jar behind her but it was no use. Her cousin had clearly seen her. Her grown-up cousin. Sabine opened her mouth in a hopeless attempt to defend herself but no words came out.
Her cousin laughed and sat next to her.
“Don’t worry,” she started to whisper in her ear. “I won’t tell anyone if you let me have one.”
Sabine smiled and handed the jar straight to her cousin.
“Pick any you want.”
“Nah, you go first. That’s your family’s cookies, you get to pick the perfect one first. And while you do that I'll go put some music on. The house is creepy in the silence.”
“Thanks.”
And with that Sabine was back at examining every inch of all the visible cookies in the jar. The buzzing of the appliances was forgotten. It couldn’t even be heard over the music that her cousin had just put on.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 353 - In flagrante delicto
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: It seemed to her that she could hear the functional heart of her house beating all around her, almost as if it was enveloping her.
The house was quiet for once. Sabine’s parents had just got out to buy some groceries, leaving Sabine alone for an hour or so. She was lying on top of her bed, her book discarded on the floor. She couldn’t read. It was too silent. The only sounds she could hear were the buzzing of the electrical appliances in the house. It was strange. It seemed to her that she could hear the functional heart of her house beating all around her, almost as if it was enveloping her. She had never known there was this constant droning on top of the rest of noise of the family. She wondered where it originated from.
She jumped out of her bed and slowly opened her bedroom door. She stuck her head out, turning it right and left to check that the corridor was indeed empty. She thought the house could maybe do some other strange things when it thought it was on its own and she really didn’t want to bother it. She wanted to know how it behaved when it was on its own. She might not get another chance now that her baby brother would soon be born. There would be too many people in the same house to ever get a chance to have it all to herself before another long while.
She stepped very carefully into the corridor. She closed her eyes and listened to the buzzing. It didn’t really seem to come from the first floor. It was deadly quiet around her. She thought it was probably coming from the ground floor. She started walking on her tip-toes down the stairs. She didn’t want to bother the house.
As she reached the ground floor, the constant buzzing was stronger. She closed her eyes again to focus on the sound. She smiled as she realised it came from the kitchen. She very slowly walked into that room and sat on a stool. She closed her eyes. She felt almost engulfed by the droning like a warm embrace. She had never known the fridge could have hiccups, or that the freezer could cough.
“Bzzzzzzz….,” she started her voice low.
Can you hear me, she wanted to say but she couldn’t make sense of the answer she was sure she got. Maybe she had said something offending without meaning to. She opened her eyes slowly to peak at the fridge. It was the same as ever. It probably wasn’t upset at her then.
“Bzzzzzz?”
There was still no answer. Maybe they couldn’t hear her she realised. She had never seen anything resembling ears on them. She waited for what seemed an eternity to her, but there still wasn’t any sign of communications from any of the appliances. She sighed heavily. The house was boring when it was empty.
She spun around on the stool and jumped off to run back upstairs to her room and toys, but just as she was about to exit the kitchen her eyes caught a glimpse of the cookie jar. She stopped abruptly and walked backwards to the jar.
If the house couldn’t communicate, it surely couldn’t tell her parents if she took a cookie without asking. She grinned. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that the house couldn’t understand anything.
She grabbed the stool, brought it next to the counter with the cookie jar. She stepped on it and grabbed the jar. She took it down with her on the ground. She would need time to examine the cookies and choose the best one possible.
She sat on the floor and opened it, and just as her hands was reaching for the first cookie to peak at it, she heard someone yell.
“Gotcha!”
She jumped from the surprise. She tried hastily to hide the jar behind her but it was no use. Her cousin had clearly seen her. Her grown-up cousin. Sabine opened her mouth in a hopeless attempt to defend herself but no words came out.
Her cousin laughed and sat next to her.
“Don’t worry,” she started to whisper in her ear. “I won’t tell anyone if you let me have one.”
Sabine smiled and handed the jar straight to her cousin.
“Pick any you want.”
“Nah, you go first. That’s your family’s cookies, you get to pick the perfect one first. And while you do that I'll go put some music on. The house is creepy in the silence.”
“Thanks.”
And with that Sabine was back at examining every inch of all the visible cookies in the jar. The buzzing of the appliances was forgotten. It couldn’t even be heard over the music that her cousin had just put on.
