Short Stories

A Silent Scream- Short Story

There is a man who creeps into a room whilst the hosts are arguing. There is a man who slides into proximity whilst we stare hard at each others faults. As I am hurling words at you, he creeps closer.

Now you are gone, I can see him and he holds my words as jealously as jewels. He will not release them to me. This man is not new, he is is not a stranger, the more I look the more I can see that I already knew he was here. I felt his presence. How could I not? How could we not?

He has stolen my words my darlin’ and now I cannot reach you, the bridge we built with love, words and familiarity crumbles and I cannot reach you. I am trying but he is here and I cannot get past him.

I think he first arrived at our door when I was irritated, some small failure of yours, a minute misunderstanding and he was granted entry. One foot, no more.

An unnoticed shadow in the corner of our love built home, small unassuming and no real threat, neither of us acknowledged him because life was happening, busyness exploded. Lively enticing chaos. I was next to you but somehow not with you. A small step away as he stepped closer. A silent threatening advancement.

If we had only turned our heads we would have seen, but we didn’t, I didn’t and his shadow grew.