Something Out of Nothing

Something Out of Nothing: A journey of self-discovery

Something Out of Nothing - Spectre of the Brocken - Ran Kime

Seated at my desk, the inner nags of my 43rd birthday lingered. 

The night held a symphony of crickets, their subtle sounds dancing in my left ear, audible only when tuned into their rhythm. 

The clock, a merciless timekeeper, declared 3:24 AM, an ungodly hour where the lack of sleep paralyzes my weary eyes.

Try not to disturb the silence, I refrained from reaching out, as if communicating with my insomnia would infect others. 

Despite the solace that should accompany the late night, a giddy sense of liberation, a deeper acknowledgment whispered—I had earned it. 

Not the easiest soul to navigate. I stood entrenched in my Taurus ways, headstrong and relentless.

A persistent restlessness gnawed at my mind, a nightly companion that invited me to roam the room in a barbaric ritual, a pacing to pacify the clamor within. 

The need to create a division that defined my restless nights.

In the silence, a realization struck—a drink might be the elixir for my heckling mind. The journey to the fridge, a treacherous expedition.

The internal struggle unfolded; I didn’t seek a confrontation, yet I begged for the warmth that only a drink could provide.

The chirping of crickets harmonized with the persistent hum of tinnitus, creating an odd ensemble barricaded in my ears. 

Raising the bottle, I embraced the warmth, draining it in a single lift. 

As the last drop lingered, 

the crickets—vanished. 

A stillness followed. 

A profound peace settled over me. 

A temporary pause from the relentless nag of a restless mind.

Something Out of Nothing: This story can be found in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer”

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Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.