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The Drunkard Awakens by Jeffrey T. Maslany

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


Copyright © 2006 Jeffrey T. Maslany