Silence is to solitude what cymbals is to celebration, but neither is an indication of true peace or happiness. Depth connotes wisdom and stirrings of ominous spirits, ignorantly the shallow becomes a demystified safe haven. Questions are contemplated where answers abound: answers are indoctrinated where questions suffocate the mind, such is the murkiness that man has created out of the shallow or is it the deep machination of his mind? Unbeknown to them a monster beats in all rising from where we once mistook silent and shallow to mean safe and secure.
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Dale Rogerson and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.