Two Chairs

The space was filled with silence.
There are many kinds of silence.
The type that comes once a person passes out of a space of extreme noise.
The terrified silence of prey when they sense the presence of a predator.
The near maddening silence of sensory deprivation.

The silence of the grave, all encompassing and definitive.
The kind of silence that exists comfortably between old friends who do not need to fill the space.
This silence was none of those, and in the odd ways of things, all of them.

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