It wasn't a melody; it was a rhythmic, airy wheeze-puff that seemed to emanate from the next room where his new apprentice, Toby, was ostensibly cleaning the workbench. It was the kind of sound that didn't just reach the ears; it vibrated against the teeth.
"Toby," Elias called out, his voice a low vibration of restrained irritation. "The solvent. Is it applied?" It wasn't a melody; it was a rhythmic,
In the following story, the theme of "annoy" is explored through the friction between two contrasting characters in a quiet, high-stakes environment. The Audition It wasn't a melody