A short story in five minutes. I know, I know, I’m doing more writing than anything else this week. It’s not going to be a regular thing, except that I am going to try to write Friday five minute stories as hosted by The Gypsy Mama. Come join us if you like… She gives us a word and we write, free form and without self critique for five minutes. Every Friday.
This week’s word is Loud.
I wonder how loud the sound of silence is. I like silence a lot and it is what I choose most of the time when I’m alone. But when others are around and I am choosing silence – like when I’m at work and I close my door – I wonder how loud my silence is screaming at them.
Silence can say a lot. It can scream really loud. It can say leave me alone. It can say I’m mad at you. It can say I don’t like you. But it can also say I’m sad, I’m shy, I’m hurting, I’m tired. I don’t think those things scream as loudly from silence though. I think they kind of whimper. Or maybe they whisper. I think that it is hard to hear those things when they are crying out from silence because the loud things are rushing around saying “hear me, hear me”.