Silence

Silence

Image © anankkml - Adobe Stock #114450808

Image © anankkml - Adobe Stock #114450808

By Stephanie Elaine Cavanaugh - http://stephaniecavanaugh.com

Misbah stood, her thirst nearly unbearable. She flapped her ears to keep cool and tried hard to swallow, but her mouth was as dry as the desert itself. On top of that, she was nervous, terrified even. This was her first performance and she knew, if she made even the slightest mistake, the Master would whip her.

It was the opening act and she had been forced to practice nonstop for three days in the heat. Her whole body ached, even her trunk, and she felt a strange dizziness come over her. There was a rumbling, echoing in the pit of her enormous empty belly, as she fought to suppress a wave of nausea. Even the grey of her skin was somewhat subdued in appearance. The Master said there wasn’t time for a break and that they didn’t deserve one anyway. “The show stops for no one!” he demanded.

She was standing at the left side entrance, just off the stage and out of view. The curtain began to rise. It was a heavy velvety red curtain, with a thin coating of dust and desert sand that made it appear old and tattered. It lifted with a slow creak, creak, creaking sound of the gears, as if they too were bordering on exhaustion. Misbah heard Miss Hadiya, the opera singer, as she began belting out her opening song. “Oh what a grand dayyyyy!” she sang, with a shrill tone, annoying and offensive to the ears. But then something unexpected happened. Miss Hadiya’s voice, usually so boisterous and commanding, began to softly fade into something that almost resembled beauty. Except it wasn’t her voice that had faded. Misbah felt herself falling, as she herself was fading into a dark silence ... of unconsciousness.

When Misbah awoke, she was in the medical tent with the veterinary doctor, Abdel. “You’re one lucky elephant,” he said. “You fainted from exhaustion and dehydration, my dear. The Master is very upset with you. But we'll have you back to work in no time.”


About the Author:

Stephanie Elaine Cavanaugh - Hi, I'm Stephanie ... pleasure to become virtually acquainted. Please note the views and opinions communicated here are my own and not representative of any particular group or organization.

Interests, ever-evolving:  Photography, painting, art, science, medicine, astronomy, yoga, travel, the world, culture, language, education, women's rights, human rights, making the world a kinder, more beautiful place.


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