Without a Sound

The cucumber cried out as the knife bit through its skin and flesh. It continued sobbing after being returned to the refrigerator.

Wallace ignored it.

The steak sizzled and screeched as it burned in the pan.

The ketchup bottle whined with every dollop it released.

Wallace laid the table for one where once there had been two. He sat down in front of his meal that let out piercing wails and howling sobs. He tried not to look at his plate or the empty seat across from him.

His food cried on as he took one bite and then another.