Silence fills the room

Silence fills the room,

Or doesn’t.

She had’t known what to do and so had just continued on in her travels. Always alone and never finding a place where she-

There was a slap up against the side of her head.

“Ow!”

She turned and glared at the interloper.

“What was that for?!”

“You were starting to excrete depressive waves into my zen zone.” was the calm reply.

“And that required you to slap me!”

“Yes, yes it did. You aren’t sending out depressive waves anymore. Anger waves aren’t much better, to be sure, but they aren’t quite as energy sapping as depressive waves.”


Written for a prompt that I cannot remember, but upon looking through my saved up drafts I found this. Figured I’d set it free.