Biscotti

The day began like any other for Luc. He had started to go to the University. First day back and he met his friends, met his new teachers, the usual. He expected that day to go home when his ears heard something strange. It was singing in a different language he had never heard. The voice was so smooth that it placed Cri, this friend and the top singer in his school, completely off the map. Every note sounded perfect. “Hey!” He grabbed someone he knew nearby. “Do you hear that?”

“What?” His friend put his hand to his ear but shook his head. “No.”

“It's . . .undescribable. How can you not hear that?” Luc asked him. He stopped another person he met and was rewarded with the same response. There was a sound he could hear that no one else could. He slapped his head. “Oh!” He shook his head. “I'm not ready for this.”

“Ready for what?” a friend he knew as Felda asked as she came over toward him. “Luc?”