Can you hear it?

The Sound of Silence.

I can. There I am.

Back in the little, old cube.

It's bland;

Only a single light bulb decorates the Room.

Shush….

It takes me back to When.

I close my eyes.

There it is again.

The Silence.

It echoes.

It aches.

I open my eyes to a small child.

He hunches his body in a corner.

With his little shuttering voice, he speaks,

Who's coming?

I ask.

The Monsters,The Monsters,"

He replies.

Over and over he repeats:

They're coming.

They're coming.

The Monsters are coming.

Each time, his whisper grows louder.

Each time, his voice grows firmer.

Then, he stops.

I slowly approach the corner where the child sits.

His figure is so small and meek.

He is probably no more than five.

I grab his shoulder.

I turn his face my way.

What I discover is…

Appalling.

His eye sockets are shallow.

They are deprived of a soul.

Yet

They cry blood.

His face is sickly pale.

His dry lips part.

Then he speaks:

They're here.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.