Silence, how he liked it. Twigs snapping like bones. A cry, single and sharp. Silence. Hands over his ears under the bushes in his boyhood garden. Hand over her mouth. Silence.
This is in response to my 31 word writing prompt that forms the basis of a 31 or 131 word flash fiction competition open till Sunday. To enter go here.
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