Do you hear it too?
The drip-drop-drip of the water from the tap. It's like a metronome. Ever ticking, never stopping.
The longer I sit here the less I can bear its metallic feedback. And this painful squeezing in my chest. Summoning sweats as small as the beads on my headdress. As they slide slowly, I wait.
Ever ticking, never stopping, ever ticking, never stopping...
Oh, stop it! I wail. Shut it, you fool! Those drumming, dripping-dropping drool! You too! I slap my knees. Hushing it all from shuddering. I command the upper and lower heap of my so cold so-called body. As my vision blur, my hearing still proves to be louder.
Drip-drop-dripping-dropping drool...
Hurrah! I pant, Hurrah! I've counted it! Yes, yes, it's pitter-pattering along the dripping water. Why, the throbbing in my wrist, of course. Is it too slow? It's only fifty beats per minute. Now it's getting fast, going ninety, going one-fifty! Too fast? IT'S TOO FAST. I gasp for breath and grab my chest. TWO HUNDRED! I huff. And altogether, it stops.
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Don't Blink!
HorrorA collection of compelling flash fiction that ranges from slice of life to murder. Don't Blink! Keep your eyes wide open. Flash Fictions: -Live Feed -Total Dark -Maple -Op-Face -Mimic -They -Twists and Turns -Empty Seat -Unhinged -Open Door -Seashe...
