Robert is still walking
when he hears a new noise. It's difficult to describe, sounding
almost like a piece of short music, masculine in tone, with a rich
undertone.
He smiles as he walks,
using muscles in his face he hasn't needed for a very long time. He
remembers that he used to smile more.
The sound comes again,
same tone but a different score. Robert smiles again, he likes this
one more, it's caring somehow. He wonders for a moment how a sound
could care.
“Words,” he says
out loud, speaking for the first time since his journey began.
“They're words.”
