Prompt Series, #2 | the silence that won't go away + "Say it."

Silence. Silence. Silence that won't go away. There's no noise at all. Hasn't been. Not for years, it felt like.

She remembers what noise used to be: car horns out the window; birds on the telephone wire; children in the playground across the street; coffee machine's beeps; turning of newspaper or magazine pages; front door opens - pause - I love you before the door clicks shut.

Prompt Series, #1 | the birds on the front lawn + "you have to stand still"

The birds were all on the ground along the entrance. Just sitting. He saw no reason. There were no seeds over there, no trees - and it hadn't rained in at least a week for there favorite worms, though those often lived in the dirt closer to the garden on the other side of the church.