Silence is Golden
By Cait Collins
I do love dialogue, but sometimes silence is best.
Two guys loved the same girl. They were the three Musketeers, always together, always laughing. She sits alone on a marble bench looking at their pictures. She traces the features, and pauses as if a memory stirs. Her head falls back; she closes her eyes and allows the sun to warm her face.
Her thoughts go back to the last time she saw them. They were leaving for boot camp. Their goofy grins faded when they boarded the bus.
A loon’s mournful song echoes in the coming darkness. She shivers…
A tear slips down her cheek as she stares at the marble grave stones,
“I miss you both,” she whispers. “I love both of you.”