Party line

The incessant whine of the overhead power lines set her nerves on edge. It was as if a surge of electricity traveled across the wire, down the creosote-coated poles, into the ground, and up her legs, spreading throughout her body in a ripple of energy. The hair on her arms and head prickled with static.

She stood beneath the array of crisscrossing lines imaging the lies people tell coursing along the matrix, intersecting and diverging in complicated, unfathomable ways, effecting connections where there should be none.

One of the many birds perched on the line took flight, stealing someone’s lie.

Inspiration: Whine

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