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HEAR A PIANO FALL
The house was silent except for the tick tock of the cheap white plastic clock on the kitchen wall. Dust danced in the beams streaming in through the kitchen window. A rustle on the breeze brought the occasional scrabble of squirrels in the backyard woods inside. The clock kept ticking.
Seven in the morning.
Three hours to go.
A zipper zipped, a snap snapped, leather scratched a table. A hollow door clicked shut. The garage door creaked and shrieked upward. A black Prius backed down the driveway with just the tin whine of its battery.
The clock ticked.
Fluorescent lights buzzed in between bursts of a power drill. A clerk smiled with big white teeth above a tight brown goatee. Thick arms enclosed a shopper’s arms and demonstrated how to hold the drill, how to engage and release the safety switch. His pelvis twitched forward and he inhaled deeply, then exhaled. Lips brushed skin. A discount was brokered. A deal was negotiated.
The black Prius pulled silently into the garage. A door slammed. Plastic bags brushed each other. The clock ticked 8:10 am. Crackle, crackle, swish. Footsteps on the basement steps.
A single bare light bulb tried to light the damp cavern. The clear plastic lid popped off the sump hole. Inside, nothing but pitch-black space. A faraway drip. A mouse scratched at the door to the bulkhead. A blade glinted in the dim light against the whetstone.
Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper