Silence
A 15 minute scribble
By Gumnut
Jul 2004

Silence.

The absence of sound.

There should be the hum of a familiar engine. There should be an answer to his call, a worried voice yelling his name.

But there was nothing.

Silence.

He crept around the building, dragging his battered body as quietly as he could, dreading what he would find. His hands brushed against peeling paintwork as he stumbled, the old saltwater encrusted wood slowly crumbling against the force of the elements.

He had to find out.

Somewhere a lone seagull cried plaintively as he finally made it, finally turned the last corner.

The car was there.

What was left of it.

No longer shining in the sun, black soot coated it, the crumpled shell, ripped outwards from within, its stillness as heart wrenching as its silence.

"Kitt?"

It was only a whisper. An emotion forced past a throat scarred by his own pleas for mercy.

"Kitt?"

There was no answer.

He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing against mangled metal, leaving trails in the black dust.

And something inside him began to scream.

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