I don't know why, but these drabble challenges keep inspiring me. So here goes:
SilenceSilence hangs like a pall over the house. In every room he enters, it’s thicker than the dust.
There are echoes everywhere, too. Here, his dad listened to him read. In the kitchen, Mom gave him a scoop from the bowl whenever she made cookies. Out on the porch, Dad taught him to bait a hook. Once, the sound of joyful barking rang through the house.
The silence is the worst.
He slumps on a bottom stair, head in his hands, and remembers the happy times. No, the worst isn’t silence. It’s that he can’t hear the laughter any more.
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Sorry! Can't seem to write anything but angst
Wendy
