Silence. Silence. Silence. More silence. Silence upon silence. Heaps of silence. Cup overflowing with silence. Inner world exploding with silence. The explosion itself also being silent, of course.
Our cheers had lasted maybe a minute and were replaced, once more, by silence. Although I know less than a smattering of French, I would prefer it to this silence. It is making me uneasy, running my nerves ragged, reinstating a chill even as the vents blast us with heat. I put my jacket back on, pulling the hood over my head, somehow managing to remain hypervigilant throughout it all. We have passed by a couple vehicles, one red car and one white, but as long as we don't encounter an entourage of black and charcoal trucks we should be fine. Should be.
We are coming up to our next turn. Again,
