Short story collection


8. Deafening silence

I stepped out of the stuffy house & into the night. It's coolness wrapping around me like a blanket, enveloping me in itself. Covering me from my glistening black hair, right down to my pale blue painted toenails. It was so peaceful here, I walked across the sickeningly perfect lawn, & reached my favorite tree. I scaled it with ease, nestling myself in some of the higher branches. I sighed deeply & rested my ear to its trunk, listening to the movement of the boughs above me rippling through it. The silence was deafening. My deafening silence. 

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