Silence

There was no response when she banged the tin. For five minutes she hit it with a spoon, as she always did, but no Spooky. She shrugged, thinking she'd wait five minutes and try again. It was a bright blue day, and quiet. She listened for the usual sounds of the noisy miners, aptly named, and the currawongs. The air seemed awfully still. She lived far from any main roads, so no traffic noises, which she loved. But this morning there were no other noises either.