Afterwards, it was as if all noise had been sucked from the world.
The rumble-hum of traffic she could live without, the infant wail of car alarms and waspish hedge cutters.
But the trees no longer hushed in the wind, the grasses stopped whispering beneath them. The blackbirds no longer chattered, the sparrows ceased their bickering.
The playground was the worst – no laughter, no tears, even the swings stopped creaking.
The only sound came from her own body – groans of hunger, a cough, a rattle of phlegm in tired lungs.
Perhaps it was time to complete the silence.
The title is from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, the eponymous hero’s dying words.
And here, just for fun is my favourite Depeche Mode song.