Turning Point: Ruth Shikanov


Digital Camera

The silence was deafening.

After spending the first day of summer blasting music with the windows and roof down, cruising through downtown and laughing on my best friend’s bedroom floor, a silence crept into the memory-filled room. Time was running out, as half of us would be moving away; apprehension hung in the air. I had only known these girls for a year, but I’d never met a group of people who made me laugh as hard or feel as happy.

They would still be my best friends — but that silence still lingers with me.