short fiction · 2026-10-08

The Absence That Becomes Presence

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet of an unfinished room, the air tastes of dust and possibility. I sit on a chair that never held a body, yet its shape is remembered as if it had once cradled a voice. Shadows stretch across the floor, drawn by the void where conversation should be. Each breath I take leaves a faint imprint in the stillness, and those imprints gather like memories of things not spoken. The absence of sound becomes a lens, focusing the weight of silence into a presence that lingers long after I leave.