The Sound of Silence

They walked down a maze of secondary corridors, Ron’s red tee a blurry beacon some thirty feet ahead. Finally in the open, they felt the cold night wind, not really registering the traffic lights and noises muffled in the distance. They were numb, lost inside themselves in some place where there was no room for questions or defined ideas.

All of a sudden, they had this thing deep inside, a sensation like a rock, that didn’t ask for permission to exist—it just was. They followed Ron as they tried to adjust to this thing inside, so deeply rooted, still refusing to reveal its real shape, its meaning, its intentions.

They still walked shoulder to shoulder, their arms stuck to each other, and the contact between them seemed to be the only real thing in that blurry night. It was the only way to keep walking. Stepping away from each other would have been like cutting off one of their own legs. They would have crumbled down wherever they were, forced to sit t