no one could speak

no one could speak

fiction
edward w Pritchard

Times past no one could speak.

You lay in a cave alone. Storms and strong winds rage outside. You stir in sleep dreaming in magical symbols. Dreams go on for hours and hours driven and directed by hostile storms.

You wake suddenly. She is there. You want to express something. It is vanishing with each second of daylight. You move your hands and arms. You gesture with your eyes. You try to grunt softly.

Times past no one could speak.