So, um… yeah. I had absolutely no clever title ideas for this story. Oddly enough, “Nothing to Say,” probably works as well as anything I might have chosen after hours of deliberation. So here we go.
To catch you up, Dan and Sara are home from the hospital, home from prison, home from wherever else they may have been hanging out. As you can imagine, those of you familiar with this young couple, no amount of eloquent words can repair all that’s gone wrong.
Nothing to Say
Sara stared as the flame raged within the lamp’s shade, pressing against the glass confining its heat. A fire rose within her chest, suffocating her so that her breaths became rapid, ineffective. Suddenly she rose, wrapped her hands around the orb, and dashed it to the floor.
Dan turned, hands dripping with dishwater, and saw Sara, tears pouring down her cheeks, her silent agony unveiled. Head bowed, he lifted the shade from the second lamp, held it out to Sara, and released it.
Shards cut into his bare feet as he crossed the kitchen to take her in his arms.
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