The Silent Table

In contrast to the idyllic dinner scene filled with love, laughter and joyful conversation, this short little vignette presents an alternative many people can relate to. Who do you envision sitting around this table?


Silence. They sit at the table in silence.

Together, but separate. Inches away from one another, close enough to touch, yet miles apart, occupying different worlds.

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Sitting at the same table day after day, without ever really knowing each other. Sharing a meal, but incapable of sharing thoughts, hopes, and dreams.

Pass the salt and pass each other over. Clearly positioned within the line of sight, but unseen.

Bodies nourished while souls remain starved, hungering for something yet to materialize.

Lift the fork. Take the last bite. Swallow. Meal over. Knife and fork positioned neatly on the plate. Push away from the table, dragging the chair across the floor. Stand up.

“Excuse me.” The silence is finally broken.