This is a snippet of the story I'm currently working on. It's a small little bit I like. The setting is my (wildly inaccurate) version of Villaviciencio, Colombia, a town where all human things are very, very quiet for some mysterious reason. They are talking about my own (wildly inaccurate probably) version of New York City, United States of America. a town where all human things aren't very, very quiet, for not mysterious reasons.
“I’m very much not used to the quiet,” Matthew said. There were a few groups of patrons, consisting mostly of men, occupying the tables spread around the cantina. A family, a couple and their two young boys, sat around a table near the river dining on mamona.
“I can’t imagine anything else,” Santiago said.
“You should leave sometime,” Carlos said to him. “There is a whole world out there. You would not believe how loud it is. New York, when I first went there, it was impossible to even think. But soon I realized that there you are not expected to think much anyway. They just go around saying things all the time and not thinking. It’s like taking a vacation for your brain.”
“I don’t think my brain wants a vacation, Carlos.”
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Carlos said, after a moment's thought. “A little bad, maybe, but not too bad.”