Quiet...

The prompt was: I’m learning so many different ways to be quiet...

...I’m sick of people always telling me to shut up; telling me that humans have two ears and only one mouth, not without a reason. But what can I do? I always have things to say or moan about.  I used to talk to my dog, to my neighbour across the garden, I talked to the TV sportscaster, I talked to myself, I talked in my sleep. But I wasn’t always like this.

It creeps into your life when people you know disappear. First, your parents, then your friends, your husband, until you look around to realise that there is no one left who knows you, who cares. The nurses and staff do care of course, as long as I keep it quiet.