short fiction · 2026-10-22

Echoes of Absence

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the dim hallway, the house held its breath, and the silence slipped through the cracks like a slow tide, pressing against the walls until it became a companion. Each footstep reverberated louder in the hush, as if the air itself were listening. Shadows stretched longer, not from light but from the way absence shapes perception. The quiet settled into the corners, a soft weight that steadied wandering thoughts and invited the mind to linger within its gentle void.