Shower

He placed his hands over his ears like cups and let them fill with water. The sound was like being near a dam or a waterfall or under water near a fifty-foot turbine that was churning and churning and churning. In his head were his mother and father and the crash and their blood and the paper flying all about. But he had to get ready for the night and the dress that she would be wearing and the kiss that may or may not happen. He had things to think about, he had a life to live.