The quiet

The little voice whispered again, “Why are you so quiet?”

He lay silently, wrapped in her arms. Two plaited bodies.

“So…?” the voice again.

“So?” he sighed.

“What are you waiting for?” asked the voice.

She shifted, and he with her.

“Why don’t you tell her?” the voice said.

He could feel her breast, warm against his chest.

“Why are you so quiet?” she said.

“just random thinking…” he said.

“Don’t take too long”said the voice.

“Alright”she whispered.

He felt her soft breath on his neck.

“You must tell her, now.” said the voice.

“I love you”he said.

“That’s what you were thinking?” she smiled.

“Yes” said the voice.

“All this while?” she asked.

“Yes” he said.

“What were you waiting for?”

“For the quiet” he said.

The ceiling fan began to squeak.

 

 

 

 

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About victoranish

A theatre worker living in Bangalore.
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