Prompt: Write about a noise — or even a silence — that won’t go away. (We’ll let you interpret this in different ways…)
Oh yeah. I know all about that silence. That silence that becomes deafening at night when you’re trying to cling to the warm embrace of sleep. It’s the silence born of the fact that you can hear it from 3,000 miles away. It’s the mutual silence perpetuated by two guilty parties. It’s the silence grudgingly maintained despite burning thoughts of each other. It’s the silence of foolish pride and damaged egos. The silence of perceived slights. Sometimes that silence creeps up in your ear when you’re laying in bed with your lover. It breeds doubt. That silence can scream louder than anything, leaving your ears ringing for years. You soldier on. The silence will subside. You’ll fill it with the white noise of everyday life, new people, new love, fights, triumphs, conflicts, and tragedy. But the silence will slither into the crevices of your thoughts when you take a moment to breathe. It can always find you.