On the subject of: awkward silences…

We’re sitting in the car and it’s quiet. Which is unusual. Usually I am talking… silence is  rare for me. I tend to fill any silent space with noise. But this particular day I just had nothing to say. So Andrew says, “Talk to me…” and I reply, “What do you want to talk about?”

He mulls it over. “I don’t know,” he shrugs. “Andrew,” I begin, “you can’t expect me to know what to talk about all the time. If you want to talk why don’t you start the conversation?”


And then he asks: “How was your day?”

“Fine,” I answer.


“How are your cramps?”

I sigh. And put my head in hands. Maybe it’s better that I keep talking…


2 thoughts on “On the subject of: awkward silences…

  1. Pingback: In the midst of silence.. « Candid Concourse

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