The Sound Of Silence
I pine for smiling yellow walls, the low murmur of conversation.
Social distancing exiled me.
I try to write among sterile walls. Blank screens taunt.
There’s no favorite table in the corner. This space is devoid of smiling baristas with big glasses. No laughter from large rectangular tables or sizzling coffee. No undergraduates talking of failed chem tests and parties. I can’t inhale fragments of conversation or insert myself into their worlds.
There’s just silence, the occasional clump of feet upstairs.
I play movies, but my companions are always lonely 80s working-class characters or Lifetime psychopaths.
I surrender to silence.
From Guest Contributor Yash Seyedbagheri
Yash is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. Yash’s work is forthcoming or has been published in WestWard Quarterly, Café Lit, 50 Word Stories, (mac)ro (mic), and Ariel Chart.
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