The Chainsaw 0
shut your eyes and listen
I can hear it. It is in a back garden three doors up the road. No idea what it is doing. Just the ebb and flow of its loud noise cutting through wood. Low heavy rumble and then the high pitched near scream when it comes into contact. Shutting my eyes to block out all other stimuli. A man in a white helmet, goggles and blue overalls. Drowning out the sounds of the cars that whizz by on the road. Carnage? Wanton destruction! Power. Aggression. In your face anger.I retreat to safety.