short fiction · 2026-10-23

Seeds of Silence

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet expanse of an empty boardroom, possibilities drift like dust motes caught in a beam of light. I trace the faint outlines of moves that never occurred, feeling each imagined line pulse with potential. Many will not believe they can be seen, and if any man dared to whisper them aloud, he would be called a dreamer or a fool. Yet the board remains still—a canvas for unplayed games, urging me to imagine every turn as a silent conversation between futures. I realize that absence itself holds narrative weight; the gaps are where stories gather. In this emptiness, seeds of alternate narratives sprout, rooted in the simple act of noticing what might have been.