short fiction · 2026-10-23

The Quiet Between Words

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

I lingered in the hallway of an abandoned library, listening to the faint echo of spaces that never held a sound. Each empty shelf seemed to hold a sigh, a space waiting for a word that was never spoken. I traced the dust motes with my gaze, feeling how silence can stretch and contract like breath. In that stillness I recognized the weight of what remains unsaid, a reminder that meaning often lives in what we choose not to say. I left without taking anything, yet carrying the impression that unseen gaps shape every story.