SIL_ENCE_

 

'You always know when something is not right, when something disjointed is going to go down. A silence descends, muffling and all invasive. No people, no traffic, no birds, no breeze - nothing. And it's like you're being watched. No. More than watched. Studied. Studied, as in are you worthy?'

'Worthy of what?'

Nathaniel gave a tiny shrug, little more than an unacknowledged tick. 

Again. 'Worthy of what?'

Nathaniel stared ahead. 'Worthy of a connection.'