The office whisperers. They hunch in their cubicle, head to head, lips moving, eyes darting toward whomever walks past. A feather of sound floats up from their nimbus, “She—”
and then sinks down again into the vacuum of words spoken but not heard.
The office whisperers are the spine tinglers. The tension pluckers. The low pall of suspicious alert.
The bursts of sound lift up like waves breaking against the shoals of our curiosity, and though we try not to, our ears strain to break those clandestine chords of silence.
© 2022 Katie Baker