He didn’t remember walking home in the new-fallen snow. He couldn’t recall anyone’s voice or face that had crossed his path. The numbness in his fingers never registered until they felt heat again and groaned in agony. There was something wrong with the scene, and he couldn’t place it.
Not until he scanned the room for what was now absent. No second pair of boots covered in similar slush.
No warm hands to draw the blood back down to his.
No second voice in the room asking him how his day was.
Nothing to occupy the barren landscape of his world.
The silence was deafening.
My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. I honestly didn’t think I would have time to do one of these this week, as lately I’d have better luck telling the ocean to dry off than keeping track of myself it seems. But this one wrote itself in record time. And it could also be viewed as a continuation to one of my earlier works: “Don’t Say It“.
I hope you all enjoy.