The prompt for this week was ‘silence’.
There is no such thing as silence in my house. Living in a mid terrace near a busy city centre and the railway line sees to that most of the time. Even in the middle of the night, when you turn off everything and sit in the darkness, it is not silent. There’s the fridge, for starters, and then there’s noises from next door, even when everyone else is supposed to be asleep. With the wind in the right direction, the noise of freight trains going up and down the line drifts across and there are always taxis coming along the road.