The silence sounded like a fire alarm in my ears.

“The answer is three, I said as I held up three fingers—my middle through my pin…”

“The world is my canvas, and my ponytail is my paintbrush. Helen Keller probably…”

“My love is made out of three things: the dawn, the sunrise, and redundancy. I p…”

“The radio signal was scrambled, and so were my eggs. I got tired of eating comm…”