Silence Unconquerable

Silence Unconquerable

Silence reigns – king of the desolate plain.

Wind blows - a gentle caress of cool against the agonising heat. Overhead a condor soars in majestic aerial pirouettes, obscuring the burning sun with gnarled wings of muddied ebony.

Silence reigns – omnipresent overlord.

Wooden balustrades strain under the weight of saloons, houses, shops. Through tired shutters - caked in peeling paint – figures peer, eyes brimming with fragile apprehension. Outside the street is empty, bar the two isolated forms.

Silence reigns – ruler of this dilapidated kingdom.

They stand detached, hands resting uneasily on leather holsters. With a menacing prescience, a morbid miasma floats ominously.

Silence rei-
A shot rings out.

Silence is deposed – dethroned by the echo of rebounding destruction in the boundless emptiness.

One walks away. The second lies fallen - a ruby pool of failure engulfing it.

Silence reigns again – unconquerable.

Word Count: 140