Talk Pollution

by Emma Hardy

On and on she goes. Words and more words: travel, weather, television, work, news. Some people you can listen to forever; their voices absorb you like you’re a toast soldier breaking into the yolk of a freshly boiled egg. I know someone with a voice like yolk. I want to think of that person now but all I can hear is her barking every line like a monosyllabic dog. She’s filling this room with her noxious gas, creating talk pollution, and I can’t open a window to clear the air.

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Emma Hardy recently moved to Scotland.