#tuesdayuseitinasentence : The rest is silence

 

Swings, playground, play park, deserted, decay

Image : Pixabay


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.

 


Written for Stephanie Colpron’s #tuesdayuseitinasentence. Take the word – this week it’s SILENCE – and write some words. See here to join in.

The title is from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, the eponymous hero’s dying words.

And here, just for fun is my favourite Depeche Mode song.

 

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Three Line Tales : The rest is silence*

 

three line tales week 86: a small boy reading a book

photo by Ben White via Unsplash


 

Watching my small son sing was the best – he’d inhale so deeply, the force of his own breath would make him stand on tiptoe, gradually sinking to the ground as he sang, like a deflating balloon.

The sound wasn’t good – he’d sing whatever came into his head, regardless of the tune – but his grinning enthusiasm, that was what I loved.

I watch his chest rise and fall now, the mechanical rhythm of the ventilator in place of his own puppyish gasping. I long to take him in my arms but he’s attached to the bed with lines and drips, all the things that keep him alive.

I wish I could hear that tuneless song just once more before he goes.


Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. See the pic and hone a tale. See here to join in and to read the other stories.

*The title comes from the Prince of Denmark’s last words in Shakespeare’s Hamlet.