This is a response to the 100 Word Challenge which is hosted over at Velvet Verbosity. This week the word is – QUIET.
The uneasy quiet was a living, breathing creature.
"Where to from here?" She was always direct.
His face revealed nothing. "It's probably too late…" a convenient sigh, as if on cue.
The bastard. What a nerve, thinking it was that simple. "You never talk," she said aloud.
Next to the remnants of a half-eaten dinner, the candle flickered.
"What do you want me to say?" He was seldom disagreeable. Typical Mr. Quiet.
"Something? Anything! Curse! Swear!" She shrugged. It didn't matter, after all.
He smiled, the true master of verbal diplomacy.
The tiny microphone pressed softly against her shoulder blade…