Author's note: As a creative prompt, students have requested that I write the end of a short story so that they can write the beginning. Take a look at the following scene. What's going on? What preceded it?
Then there was nothing -- only a silence that filled my ears like honey. It dripped down, insulating me from the world outside my closed eyes. For several moments, I succumbed to this silence, welcomed it, and hoped that perhaps it would last an eternity.
It didn't. From a distance, I could hear voices calling. My name floated on the wave of voices as they crested and grew louder, disturbing my silence like the squeezing of a balloon.
When it popped, I finally opened my eyes and faced the world again.
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