“Symphony for Horns” / Memorable Fancies #1927

[“Sitting motionless in the tiny apartment, only the distant traffic provided a background.” – Barney Sperlin (from a short story)]

New York: Car horns played their annoyed symphony from north and south of his apt on 34th Street, and from east and west. Without intending to listen, John suddenly realized that the sounds weren’t random, that they were – Morse code. He spelled out the words in his mind. “f-i-f-t-e-e-n” … “m-i-n-u-t-e-s” … “a-r-e” – “y-o-u-r-e-a-d-y” and more words – could have been words – that he didn’t recognize. Maybe they were names, he thought, or something foreign.

John had a sudden fantasy that the cars were communicating with each other in code, a code the drivers didn’t recognize, a conspiracy among the self-driving, conspiratorial cars that now seemed to converge somewhere to John’s north.

There was a final crescendo of horns, and then a sound that John couldn’t really hear, it was so loud.

And then sirens.



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