The Sound of Silence

The sound of their cold, rigid silence was deafening. He found not speaking to each other so much more effort full, both mentally and physically, than conversation. Casual talk, even if flanked by long periods of quiet, did not have anywhere near the same weight. No, he knew this silence was an aggression, an act of war, and he only hoped she'd tire of the burden and put down her stoney weapon. His white flag was ready. Always proportional to the size of his transgressions, he figured this would be a 2-3 day freeze out. Then they could go back to their easy banter, their complacent bickering. But for now he knew all too well the rules of engagement, and they were simply: do not.