16 December 2010

Knock-Knock

There's a knocking going on. I've tried to ignore it. Squashed a pillow over my head to suffocate it, but I can't get away from it. It taps through the threads of the sort of thing that an ex could do and that is follow you wherever you dared to flee. It's driving me crazy and even though I try to ignore, it insists on having its fun as it beats on my door.

It sounds like when the dice are thrown across the floor, kinda soft like that but then a little more louder and sturdier like knuckles on oak or the drop of a token on a polished bar counter. I guess what it amounts to is that no one else can hear it, so they've told me I'm little loose up there and there's nothing to fear, just to steer clear of hallucinogens and especially the old whiskey and the occasional beer.

I can still feel it thumping through my feet and the bottom of my padded seat, this tenderizing-meat-sound, that's all in the air and swirls around till I'm thinking there's just going to be nothing left…

Ah. So we finally meet, Death.


Photo credit: fieryn from morguefile.com

9 comments:

Tony Noland said...

Reminds me of migraines of days gone by.

Marisa Birns said...

Gives new meaning to opportunity knocking! :)

Do like how you likened sound to dice being thrown across the floor, etc.

Helps reader to "hear" it too.

Jodi MacArthur said...

This has a feel of tossing dice in the air and hearing them roll across the table. Fate decided. Does Death hold his scythe in his right or left hand?

me said...

Astroghost spying on people, bwahahaha.

John Wiswell said...

Yeah Tony, I've had migraines like that. Good use of sound Carrie, and welcome back to the #fridayflash fold!

My #fridayflash is here: http://is.gd/iSDc9, though I think you'd like last week's better: http://johnwiswell.blogspot.com/2010/12/bathroom-monologue-i-hate-gay.html

Eric J. Krause said...

Enjoyed this a TON! There's no use in hiding from Death when he comes knocking.

Sam said...

This is a great little piece, Carrie. I really enjoyed it. I didn't realise Death could be so polite, thought he'd just barge in without knocking!

Icy Sedgwick said...

Great story - I agree with Tony, it does sound a lot like a migraine, and Sam's right, Death is very polite!

Noticed one thing though - "that is follow you wherever you dared to flee." Did you mean "that follows you"?

Also went back and added to my last post, giving you the credit for helping me with my last flash.

G.P. Ching said...

Beautifully written lyrical prose. Perfect word choice. I definitely felt the looming hand of fate as I read it.

One small edit -second sentence, second paragraph - "it guess" should be "I guess".