Silent Sirens

The sky was as enlightened as the introduction to the Big Bang. Fireworks erupted everywhere and she kept her best known associates closely by.


The daughter didn’t want to speak to the mother – the uncle was too amused by the facts of it all to even really care about any of it, and everyone knew a cake was being delivered on Monday.

The sirens sounded but remained silent until there was someone appropriate enough to hear them – to interpret them – and inevitably, to damn them.

Every sentence begins with an idea and ends as a statement. Death makes a statement. Death remains an idea.