Microfiction Day 2 – “The Silence”

The birds have stopped singing. As I knew they would.

First it was the sound of children laughing. That disappeared almost instantly. I never appreciated it when it was there and freely admit to generous eye rolls aimed at too noisy children in public spaces. But then it stopped. And I found I missed it.

Then the music stopped, radios stuttering out one by one and fingers becoming too brittle for pianos, breath too short for flutes, throats too raw for song.

The birds were all we had left. And now they’re silent.

I miss how things were before.