another one from NYWC workshop: "whisper" 10 minutes.

robert rarely spoke above a whisper. he had heard too many loud noises in his life to want to add anything to the general blare. besides, everything worth saying had already been said and put down in books. he wasn't the kind of man who thought his opinions so important that others needed to hear them and he didn't much like having conversations anyway. he'd worked all his life in a factory making radios - he was in quality control and he'd learned to love nothing better than silence. the soft hiss of eggs frying at breakfast. the soft hiss of the radio when it went off the air. the soft hiss of rain against hot pavement. the soft hiss of a whisper, of words of voices barely raised barely speaking barely being heard. 

(c) 2009