Drip, drip, drip


“Fish got to swim, birds got to fly, I got to love one man ‘til I die…”

The needle skipped.

“…that man of mine.”

The music and a steady drip, drip, drip from the living room were the only sounds in the house.

The front door slammed open. “Police!”

“Tell me I’m crazy, maybe I know…”

The two men sidled in carefully. “This is the police! We had a report of screaming. Is anyone here?”

Drip, drip, drip.

One of the men stepped into the living room and then dashed outside to vomit over the railing.

“God.” The other man was looking at the source of the dripping noise.

The first man came back in, already calling in the murder team. The two men proceeded to clear the rest of the house; no one else was there.

“Home without him ain’t no home to me…”

“Turn that thing off. Use gloves and move carefully, but make the music stop. I can’t stand it.”

Both men sighed when the music went silent.

Drip, drip, drip.

“Let’s go outside and wait.”

One stood on the front porch, one on the back.

Inside the house, there was nothing alive anymore.

For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Eric Storch gave me this prompt: Write whatever comes to mind from the words: “There is nothing”.

I gave Andrea this prompt: Someone else is in control of a huge decision that will change the course of your life.

6 thoughts on “Drip, drip, drip

  1. Wow. I never saw anything like that when I came up with the prop. You’re double repeats of the song lyrics and the dripping really pulled this along.

  2. Eric – thanks for the comment! I was happy with the prompt, though it took a few days for me to figure out exactly what to do with it. I knew I wanted to end with nothing, but then I had to work backwards from there.

    I’m glad you’ve joined the challenge – I look forward to reading what you write!

  3. Amazing how the tone comes through so well with so few words. Love the repetition, the skipping song lyrics, great details without being completely gory. And thanks for my great prompt!

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