I still check ok.ru sometimes. Just in case.
The video was grainy, shot on what looked like a handheld camcorder. A field of tall grass, swaying without wind. Then, a girl appeared at the edge of the frame, wearing a white dress that seemed too bright for the muted landscape. She didn’t speak. She just walked toward the camera, her lips moving slightly, forming words that the silence swallowed. silent summer 2013 ok.ru
The video ended.
I clicked.
I turned up my laptop’s volume. Nothing. No crickets, no footsteps, no breathing. Just the hum of my own refrigerator three rooms away. I still check ok
But I didn’t dream the rest. That night, I wrote down what I thought she had said. Remember. The next morning, a single sunburned dandelion lay on my windowsill, though all my windows were shut. And for the rest of that silent summer, I heard no birds. No lawnmowers. No distant trains. A field of tall grass, swaying without wind