Friday Fictioneers – Silence

~ neilmacdon
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The pores and pits on his cheek make a moonscape, as he leans in close. His breath smells of garlic and rotting flesh.

“Tell me,” he says.

Silence is the only power left to me—the choice to withhold communion, to remain locked tight. Of course, he will get angry. That, too, is a power I retain. There will be threats, even violence. I may scream.

But I won’t talk.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

57 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Silence”

  9. Breath smelling of garlic & rotting fish! Eeks!
    Imagine the kind of torture the protagonist is ready to bear – cost of silence! Heavy price to pay.
    There is a back story for sure.
    And the future story too. How far can silence go?
    Well narrated.

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