Sounds of the City

86BABA94-F8E4-40B4-B820-CB8A66A1CD1FI am sitting alone at a table at an outdoor café. I hear a cacophony of sounds on the sidewalk and street in front of me. It’s the usual discordant symphony of sounds that living in a big city foists upon its citizens.

Sirens from ambulances and police cars speeding by assault my serenity as I nurse my large cup of black coffee. Buses and trolleys ramble by. Motorcycles and motor scooters, too.

There’s a group of teenage boys loudly playing rap music and performing what I assume to be some sort of rhythmical dance moves as a small crowd of onlookers gathers around them. A crazy lady is hurling curses at everyone who passes by her spot in the middle of the sidewalk.

I look up between the tall buildings to the sound of a passenger jet overhead, only to be distracted by the voice of the homeless man asking me if I have any spare change. I give him a dollar.

Down the block the sounds of a musician playing acoustic guitar, accompanied by someone drumming on a large plastic pail turned upside down, wafts toward me. It’s not unpleasant.

Behind me I hear people talking. Some are placing their orders, while others are chatting idly with other patrons. I hear the pounding of the baristas making you espressos and the hissing of the steam for the lattes.

I’m feeling almost mesmerized by the familiar and somewhat comforting sounds that city dwellers become so accustomed to. And then my cellphone rings. It’s the mechanic. My car is ready. I can pick it up at any time.

I’m arrive home to my own urban neighborhood where I can hear the sounds of the trash truck emptying my trash, compost, and recycling bins. The kids next door are screaming and screeching while playing in their backyard, the city workers are digging up the street around the corner, the carpenter is using his table saw for the work he’s doing on a house up the street, my dog is barking, my cat is meowing, and my wife is harping about some chore I’ve yet to complete.

Life is a beautiful cacophony one cannot escape and one cannot exist without.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “cacophony.”

8 thoughts on “Sounds of the City

  1. newepicauthor October 23, 2017 / 9:04 am

    Life is great, but you should postpone your writing till your chores are complete.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Marilyn Armstrong October 23, 2017 / 10:09 am

    It turns out after all those “city” years, I can exist without the noise surprisingly well 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango October 23, 2017 / 11:54 am

      Birds, crickets, squirrels, cows, sheep, and this sounds of grass growing. A cacophony of a different kind.


  3. Sandi October 23, 2017 / 4:21 pm

    It all becomes “white noise” if you are very used to it. Like someone who lives somewhat near the railroad tracks doesn’t hear the train anymore or blocks it out…while the next person is “holy cow – that’s so loud.” Or the blaring TV from a next door neighbor, or my favorite…the damn gas leaf blower. Ugh. It wouldn’t be so bad if they just let the thing run until done. But they constantly rev it, than idle, than rev.

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    • Fandango October 23, 2017 / 7:26 pm

      We are all, to some extent, victims of noise pollution.


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