short fiction · 2026-10-08

Between the Gaps

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet after a sentence ends, I hear the breath that words leave unsaid. It is a thin filament of air, stretched across the page, humming with what was never spoken. Each pause holds a shape, a hollow that gathers the weight of anticipation and the echo of memory. I traced those contours with my mind, feeling how they pulse like a heartbeat held in suspension. The silence does not fill; it simply waits, shaping the meaning that follows.