The steady rhythmic throb.
Thump, thump, thump…the sound is deafening and quickens with footsteps above.
The steps pause, as knees drop.
A scratch, a bump.
The floorboard shifts and light catches my stilled cadence.
“She’s dead. I’ve found her heart.”
This is my 11th entry for #NaBloPoMo, #NaNoPoblano and the YeahWriteMe NoMo Challenge.
Image Credit: “Ultrasound of human heart apical 4-cahmber view” by Fruehaufsteher2 – Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons
But is this narrator reliable? 😉
Questionable.
Very Poe-etic!!! Love it! When writing about the heart, my thoughts never stray far from the master of the macabre.
I couldn’t think of any other way to address the challenge. Give me a Poe any day.
Ah, that telltale heart.
Creepy! Also, I love your GIF.
It’s pretty awesome isn’t it? Thank you wikimedia.
“stilled cadence” is a good phrase.
I like it!
Wait…what just happened??? The heart is still throbbing and beating…under the floorboards??? What the hell! That is just creepy. Now I am crawling with goose flesh. Not sure why I envision Captain Jack Sparrow finding the beating heart. Maybe just a bit too many views of Dead Man’s Chest?? LOL Nice!
Ahhh…Johnny…speaking of ways to get your heart moving…
Nice! I didn’t see that coming.
Thanks!
No likee. Well told tho.
LOL. Thanks Lizzi.
Thump thump thump… the sound is defeaning.
Like that line. How such a soft sound becomes too loud in such situations.
It does!