Silence
I can feel the fog pressing against my skin like a damp blindfold, enclosing me in my darkness. I reach out my arms, searching for signs of a wall or a door. But all I feel is empty space. The silence is so complete that it almost crushes me. I have no idea who I am, where I am, or how I got here. All I can think about is finding a way out at last.
The third of six images in the story “All the Birds Have Flown Away.”