Chatterbox Woman

There once was a woman who loved to hear herself talk. It didn't matter if the victim of her talking sprees was listening or bored out of their mind-she didn't care less. She didn't know when to be quiet. The only way she was quiet was when she was sleeping but the moment she woke up it was utterly impossible to escape from her. On some days she put the cats in a frenzy for talking so much and they would try to climb the white walls of the house to escape her words. In days like Spring, she out-talked the frogs while they were having croaking competitions. In Summer, she put the crickets to shame, for her voice was like the sound of flint scraping on glass. The only other time she stopped talking ceaselessly was when she was put in line by her husband for disruption of his peace of mind or when they made love throughout the night. I knew her because she was my mother...the boy smirked.