Silence
I tried to lie that my silence didn’t mean anything.
She saw right through me.
The silence between them began as something comfortable. As the years passed it turned heavy and hot – like a down comforter during a sweaty nightmare, she thought, or perhaps simply one left on the bed too long into summer, for lack of anything else to use.
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