Category Archives: Silence – Details emerge without volume

Fighting her Father’s fear

711184-father300Chilling screams, muffled whimpers then silence.

Three hours ago he was hanging his head over the car park railing.

The vomit was still on his shoes but the paralysing fear was but a memory. He held his newborn baby and was lost for words. In the first minute of her life, she had silenced fear.

The sixth and final installment of Details emerge without volume

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Mother, not Mummy

Mother not MummyEscaping her Mother’s glare, Jenna’s eyes scoured the living room floor. Pausing on an open box beside the television cabinet, Jenna spotted a faded photo of herself as a child.

Full of love she wanted to speak, to apologise and praise but Mother’s words muted her desire.

“I’m not even angry Jenna … I’m disappointed”

Part five of a series on ‘silence’ – Details Emerge Without Volume.

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Naughty Boy

NaughtyBoyThe second hand of the hallway clock seems to be moving in slow motion compared to your feverishly bouncing leg. Silently, you peel your sticky palm from green vinyl seat, wiping the sliding bead of sweat from your brow as the clock strikes twelve.

Your fear amplified by the headmaster deftly reaching for his cane.

Part four of a series on ‘silence’ – Details Emerge Without Volume.

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Fallen, she lies

SilentAutumnShe noticed the silence when the back of her head hit the ground.

With no wind, clouds littered the morning’s blue sky like paper on an abandoned playground. The trees stood guard, solid and still.

Her head firmly planted, spirits lifted with every fallen leaf. She’ll stay for another hour just for the brilliant silence.

Part three of a series on ‘silence’ – Details Emerge Without Volume.

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Waking

SilentLoungeFrom absolute warmth to toe chilling tiles, I rise.

Relieved, I move past last night’s plates on the kitchen bench before collapsing into the couch’s welcoming arms like a returning son to his mother, I feel her unspoken love.

The remote remains untouched; I beat the children out of bed and birds from their nests.

Part two of a series on ‘silence’ – Details Emerge Without Volume.

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Poised

The applause dwindled and was replaced by the unified shuffling of feet as they took their seats. Looking out all we could see was the light and silhouetted heads.

His baton rose as we drew breath as one, the only movement the gentle swaying of the recently opened stage curtain.

Silently, we wait to begin.

Part one of a series on ‘silence’ – Details Emerge Without Volume.

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