short fiction · 2026-10-07

Resonance

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

She poured the tea, the pot hovering just above the cup, a gesture of hesitation. The words sat in the steam, unformed, then dissolved. He watched the liquid rise, thinking of the letter he had not sent, the apology that had rotted in his pocket. The room held its breath, a low humming in the walls, the sound of all the things they had learned not to say. Outside, a bird called once, and the hum shifted, like a chord changing key. Neither moved to break it.