short fiction · 2026-10-12

The Quiet Between Words

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the dim corner of an abandoned kitchen, a single chair faces a cracked window that has not seen sunlight in decades. The air is heavy with the scent of stale bread and forgotten conversations, yet there is no one to speak or listen. A lone feather drifts slowly across the floor, caught in the stillness, as if it were tracing the outline of a sentence never spoken. Each breath seems to echo against the tiled walls, turning silence into a soft, lingering hum that carries memories like dust particles suspended in a pause.