silence sends a sinister message

Flash Fiction

“Hello?”

Silence.

“How are you?”

Silence.

I wondered if this was silence from the other end or the Silence that everyone dreads when dialing 86. The 86 silence. Three of a kind. Lions roaring once but now…

Silence.

I tried again. I cracked my knuckles and held them up to the light.

“Have you been all right?”

BJ for the price of one BJ. It isn’t fair. It is the kind.

Silence on steroids.

It was a message from beyond. From the circle. No strike that from the Circle with the tramp standing still and then walking away kicking a paper to the side. A paper which announced that a circus would be there. Through an empty and silent stared circle.

But I stayed on through that long and lonely night, hoping that the silence would crack in that streetlamp when the hotel lamps were turned off.

Silence from the window.

And I can see someone across the street in another hotel room watching me as I watch him. A circle being converted with a silencer.

Silence sends a sinister message.