I‘ve been writing a lot about mental frames and about stories lately, and I’ve commented on the fact that when two people talk, very little of their meaning and intent is actually conveyed. The lion’s share of the communication is not in the words, but in the tone, the inflection, the interplay, the shrugs and body language that accompanies them. Sometimes the words don’t matter at all.
My latest short story, called Rehearsal, is about a situation we’ve all experienced in one form or another: A situation where communication is critical, where frames of reference are so different that conversation is nearly impossible, where knowledge attempts to compensate for lack of understanding, and where what is most important is what remains unsaid. You can read it here.