Screaming - A Fiction

Once the screaming stopped, Ron noticed that it hadn’t. The screaming of the audience had dwindled away until the theater was completely silent with the exception of the crescendo continuing to issue from his own mouth. The remainder of the audience allowed him his horror for a moment or two longer, in empathy. After all, hadn’t they all screamed together? Hadn’t it felt good? Why stop sharing this feeling? Outrage, disgust, shock, what better reaction was there than a universe-challenging scream culled from the center of Ron’s better judgment? Scream, and scream louder in the face of all the uncomfortable stares. Stare on, audience. See how a scream is made. The scream of many is but a hollow echo of a scream of one. A shared scream brings lives together. A lone scream sets one apart. Stare on, audience. When all screams end, this one will continue. This scream has two parts: a beginning and a continuation. This scream screams. This scream says, "I am super allergic to bees." So you can sort of understand why it was such a big deal.