Silent as Death
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Silent as Death

A short story

He stared past her with a blank expression, his head leaning to one side.

“I don’t understand you,” Emilia said quietly, “why won’t you speak to me anymore? I really think we need to figure this out.”

The silence awoke her anxiety.

She knelt in front of him and touched his face. “Please talk to me? I want to work this out,” she said as she wiped the crust from around his mouth.

He didn’t move or speak.

Perhaps Lucas just needs to be alone again. After all, men don’t know how to process their emotions as quickly as women, she thought.

It seemed he’d been needing a lot of alone time for the last couple of days. He never wanted to talk anymore, he just sat there staring at the wall. She missed the way things used to be.

Emilia picked herself up from the floor. “We will talk about this later then, okay?”

Nothing but silence.

Breathing in deeply, Emilia wrinkled her nose at the smell. “You need some fresh air. This room smells awful,” she said, opening the window. “I guess I’ll be back later.” She gave him one last glance before closing the door.
['Scorpio Poetry']
['Short Story', 'Short Fiction', 'Fiction', 'Death', 'Fiction Writing']