[19] Audio Broadcast
Jan. 28th, 2011 12:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
catatonicanonThere's a sound of bed sheets rustling, a soft shift of fabric that has been washed to thinness. It's noisy here, the sound of footsteps walking, people talking, strange machines beeping and distant sneakers squeaking by.
Something shifts the bed sheets and the sound of a tiny baby whining in protest is heard over the radios. The bed creaks, the baby whines.
"You know what, Vic? He looks like a Denzel."
The voice is female; tired, young and distracted.
Footsteps approach and this time the voice is a young male.
"I thought we agreed on Brian?"
In the distance, someone begins to scream. The sound is drowned out by the woman.
"But he looks more like a Denzel. Besides, I like Denzel. Don't you like Denzel?"
"Yeah, yeah, do what you want."
"Heh heh! Denzel it is then! Hi, Denzel! I'm your mommy!"
The bed sheets shift, machines beep, a woman screams and shoes squeak on by.
Something shifts the bed sheets and the sound of a tiny baby whining in protest is heard over the radios. The bed creaks, the baby whines.
"You know what, Vic? He looks like a Denzel."
The voice is female; tired, young and distracted.
Footsteps approach and this time the voice is a young male.
"I thought we agreed on Brian?"
In the distance, someone begins to scream. The sound is drowned out by the woman.
"But he looks more like a Denzel. Besides, I like Denzel. Don't you like Denzel?"
"Yeah, yeah, do what you want."
"Heh heh! Denzel it is then! Hi, Denzel! I'm your mommy!"
The bed sheets shift, machines beep, a woman screams and shoes squeak on by.
