A FreewriteSilence. It was all-consuming, encasing, engrossing. This kid had sat in his office for a spectacular eleven minutes, and not a word had been uttered. No hello, nothing. It wasn't unusual, per se, but dear God it was frustrating.
Come to think of it, the camper hadn't made eye contact, either. Had he even moved? Jesus, was he dead?
A book hit the floor. The kid flinched. Not dead, then. Good.
"You wanted to speak to me?" A sentence, but not from the kid.
No response. No eye contact. No movement.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me."
A response? No...just a muffled cough.
"It won't leave this room. I'll help you with whatever you need. Are you homesick?"
The kid blinked.
"Is it one of the campers?"
Eye contact, finally. Brief, but undoubtedly there.
"Did they pick on you? Hurt you? Say something?"
Silence. The camper moved slightly, hugging himself.
"We can fix it. Quietly. No names. They won't know it was you."
That was definitely a