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heart resonanceAs I listen to the start it feels like someone pulling the six strings of my heart
And the beats reverberate through my whole body
My fists clench
With my feet planted firmly on the floor
I let out the first resonance of my soul
It gives me a chill like a ghost laid their hand on my shoulder
I keep my eyes closed to keep in the pain and joy it gives me
To yell this story of my heart so loudly
But as the notes drift along into silence
And my wavering heart stops its beating
My eyes open to darkness
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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