A World Set On Mute

It had been snowing for hours, days, weeks. I stood in the window, gazing out at my quiet suburban neighbourhood, a world set on Mute.

I could still hear his last breath inside my head, even from beneath the snow. By the time it melted, I’d be far, far away.

This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “on mute.”

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