Silence

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Sybil placed the dinner plates on the table and prepared his coffee the way he liked it, with a shot of bourbon.

The king of the house, as he called himself, demanded a three-course meal, on the table at six sharp, bourbon coffee, and total silence for the first hour.

She mixed the crushed tablets into his potatoes, covered them in gravy, and stirred an extra helping into his coffee.

She helped him to the sofa when he complained, tidied the kitchen, washed the dishes, and waited.

When daylight returned the king was dead, Sybil free and the silence, golden.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#172 prompt this week: …when the daylight returned the king was dead…

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

Five Sentence Fiction – Silence

HALL OF EXPRESSIONS

She held tight to the small clutch in her hand taking time at each one, as she strolled through the rooms, her heels echoing on the floor of the museum. She came here at odd hours to avoid the crowd, seeking refuge from all the noise.

Unmatched by any words, the beauty of the paintings brought solace; Words having lost their meaning long ago. No such talent to express her pain she came here in the quiet, hall of life’s expressions to borrow others. She stopped and stared at the painting on the wall, squeezing the clutch in her hand, she fought back the tears, but her broken heart pushed them forth as she saw the painful truth of their deadly silence.