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The Cost of Silence

He was always there. In her mind, she saw him standing tall and silent, like the stone that now bore his name. She tried to stay away, but something always pulled her back. Day after day, she crossed the worn grass, pushed open the creaking gate and knelt by his side.

She’d sent him away, refused to talk, closed her eyes to his pain and prayed that her own would lessen with time. It hadn’t, and now that the chance for words had passed, she finally understood how denying it had bound them together forever. So really, who haunted who?

Mist

Mist

As day fades into night, mist wafts slowly across the landscape, like a possessive ghost sliding through the halls of its chosen home. Gently it flows across the still surface of a pond, tangles itself in reeds and grasses and extends delicate tendrils between the trees into the darkness beyond.

Its caress muffles the normal sounds of evening. The stars above gradually fade to blankness. Their brilliance is no match for the cool, pale blanket that wraps the world in fluid layers of whiteness, cushioning the weary and lulling all it touches to peaceful serenity in its soft, encompassing arms.