No Other Noises

...only the sound of Perry tinkering with the LED flashlight; the crumpled sound of basil leaves as my fingers pick them off of the stems; the distant snapping of fishbones as the stray cat munched on its dinner; the sound of cicadas giving the night a certain eerie mood.

A while ago Perry touched a tomato and remarked at its hollow part; I told him it's a tomato'a belly button, that which connects it to the plant. He liked the similarity.