Red Teeth

It could be called healing. And indeed: nothing inside asked for help, nothing disturbed sleep. Inside, a silence so flawless reigned that gradually even the passage of time could no longer be heard. But there was one sound. Just one. A sound that could not fit into that silence. Perhaps a teaspoon touched the rim of a cup. Perhaps someone uttered special words with the same intonation as before. And what for so many years had seemed solid answered with a thin, almost musical ring.