Morning. They sat quietly while various news stories appeared on the television; a shooting on the West side, car jacking in Lincoln Park, the water of Lake Michigan declared unsafe to swim in. Not a word was spoken.

Medicine was taken with coffee. Cats spoke to one another in a strange language. The birds outside sang a different tune. Still, no talking.

Something had transpired overnight. This silence in the house was unusual. Most mornings were filled with jokes, laughter, a kiss goodbye as they went to work.

The sun came up and neither commented. The two just looked at their phones and glanced to see if the other was looking. The coffee was running out.

Do you want more coffee? she asked. He shook his head, no. Back to silence. She stood up and walked to the door. It was nice talking with you, she said. Have a great day.

You too.