I do have a poem to write up but until then here’s a 100 word challenge.
We knew he could often be unpredictable or thoughtless, but the bombshell he dropped left us all frozen. It lapped at our stone stillness like the sea upon rocks, this muted gag slowly chipped away at us all forcing some movement to return. My mother closed her mouth and pursed her lips and my father put down his coffee cup, that had until now been held frozen half way to his lips. What was he thinking? I turned on my brother slapping him sharply around head. He rubbed his head but remained unfazed, perhaps even slightly entertained at our reactions.
The prompt was silence, here’s the link if you want to take part 🙂