The Sound of Silence

A quiet night’s wake-up call

The author uses Generative AI for images

At precisely 3:14 a.m., the world went silent. Even the crickets stopped their gossip, and the trees paused their rustling as if holding their breaths.

In his bed, Bob snored; his snores usually a steady soundtrack of the night. His wife, Margie, nudged him awake, desperate for a witness to this eerie calm.

“Bob, listen! It’s quiet!” she whispered.

Bob blinked sleepily, “Isn’t it supposed to be quiet at night?”

As if on cue, a dog howled in the distance, followed by the predictable chorus of neighborhood car alarms.

“Never mind,” Margie sighed while Bob snored back into the silence.

This is a Drabble. It is just 100 words and less than a minute to read.

Thanks for dropping by! If you have time, I’d appreciate some feedback.

Thanks to the excellent writers gathered by Liberty Forrest here at FLF.

At 3:14 a.m., the world is disrupted by a mysterious nationwide blackout, but Holly Emery finds a bright spot.

Frankly, He Didn’t Give a Damn…

Noriko Yanyan has a surprise for you.

The True Tranquility

Thanks for reading,

Don’t miss out on future stories — subscribe to read.💙