The Relaxed or Lazy Oesophagus 

​THE RELAXED OESOPHAGUS ..as the day grew tired and gave way to allow the night have fun,  a  strange harrowing sound tore through the chilled air of no. 12 ROSTREVOR RD DUBLIN..It was guttural and sounded to an active imagination , It sounded like the tortured demented spirit of some lost soul…. as children huddled under an eider down in an adjacent room.. The light would creep across our worn carpet floor…awoken ..lying still this gasping breath from the other side would wrench the most sound of sleepers …awake… dawn gently tucked at our curtain each morning we would hurry about our morning preparations ..breakfast was a hurried affair ..father was absent in the morning  and mother on several occasions  looked as if in fact may have been originator of these aural abomination …She in truth had the appearance of gollum. … we were sent to a good school where independent thinking was discouraged , and this why the following truths came apparent  later in our lives … The 18 yrs years I resided with my family plus familial visits ..The culmination of abrupt awakenings  and why our family was visited upon by such a wretched creature …In the manner of sherlock .. was the result of…..not mother she  in fact shared our torture ..Each night a large over educated man of dubious descent would roar via his relaxed oesophagus in her face  belching noise.. This sound then moments later reached us ..and due to single glaze windows became part of the night sounds blending with owls and foxes  … To help  you my reader  if ever you wake up in the middle of the night thinking you hear a bath draining. ..uuuuusch.!!…uuuuusch !!!.uuuuusch !!…this is that otherworldly sound …. my broken nights sleep these days are from the hollow vacant night  and it’s  obscene silence …

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Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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