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Q for Quiet–thick, absolute quiet: #atozchallenge fiction

Today’s story starter (in the beginning of the story below in bold) was sent in by  S.B. Stewart-Laing and the photo came in from Rae Weaver. The minute I read the prompt, the picture fitted in as a natural and I let it be.
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Quiet– thick, absolute quiet– was so rare in the neighborhood it felt like a noise unto itself.
This is what woke her up, this cessation of sound in her dreams, as if a blanket of snow, soft and heavy, had fallen, muting everything and everyone around her. 
She creaked out of bed, surprised her old limbs had given her enough respite to fall asleep. In the semi-darkness of the morning, she stumbled not just on her feet but in her thoughts. 
I wish it snows this year before Christmas. Christmas in two days. Maybe they would come this year–their kids piled in the backseat, their colors and voices filling up her wooden home, and bring another new wreath for the door.
She thought of the old one, the one from three years ago, with its red satin sash which hung on, despite the elements, despite the withering leaves and wood-apples on the the rest of the wreath.
She parted the curtains and looked out– nothing but the bare cherry trees in her garden. She huffed, and closing the curtains back, hobbled back to her bed. They wouldn’t come—they had plans, they’d said– vacation in the tropics, Christmas on the beach after a day of sand and surf.
She went back to sleep and dreams. 
Outside, the silence continued, and soon became the silence of snow, as a flake became a flurry, and the flurry a fall.
 In her trance, the cherry trees stood, patiently, in their new white garb, waiting for her to wake up. There would be a new Christmas this year, they whispered, there would be noise and cheer, a new wreath. And if you live long enough, there would be spring.

 She slept on. The snow continued to fall– silent, thick, and soft,  in the absolute quiet of her dreams.

 A to Z Stories of Life and DeathIf you liked this story you might like some of the stories I wrote for my A to Z last year.

As a co-host, I end with A to Z Challenge  reminders:
1. Turn off your word verification. It helps no one. You may moderate comments for a while if you’re unsure.
2. In your comment id, link only to your AZ blog, NOT your profile which may have 5 other blogs.
3. Leave a link to you when you comment.
4. Comment when you visit blogs. Start visiting with the blog below you on the linky list.
5. Make it easy for people to follow your blog and follow you on social media.
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Damyanti Biswas

Damyanti Biswas is the author of You Beneath Your Skin and numerous short stories that have been published in magazines and anthologies in the US, the UK, and Asia. She has been shortlisted for Best Small Fictions and Bath Novel Awards and is co-editor of the Forge Literary Magazine. Her forthcoming literary crime thriller, The Blue Bar is represented by Lucienne Diver from The Knight Agency, and will be published by Thomas & Mercer on January 1, 2023.

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