The Drunkard Awakens
Thud Thud
What’s that? Ahh my head, it pounds so from the wine and Carnival.
Thud
Thud
No, ’tis something more. My wrists they ache. This insufferable dark. The walls too close. That smell.
“Nitre?”
Thud
Thud
What brings me here?
“Amontillado.”
Thud
Thud
‘Tis my heart- it shall explode from my chest.
“MONTRESSOR!”
Thud
Thud
Though my heart beats hard, this sound, it comes from without.
Thud, Thud
Thud, Thud
The sound, it quickens. Of course, these catacombs are not his alone.
A reveler heard my moans. Or perhaps days have past whilst I slept. Montressor is a weak man, and friends will have seen us together. He would crack and they would search me out.
Thud, Thud
Thud, Thud
Closer and faster, I hear it above me now. Encouragement, I must give it.
“I AM HERE! I AM ALIVE, HURRY!”
Thud
Thud
It slows, they are certain of my safety.
Thud
A voice, it comes distant through the wall.
“That is good, my friend, I was afraid we lost you the other night.”
“Montressor–”
Thud
It is naught but another brick set.
Thud
