It’s been a while. Those whispers. More than a year. I’d kind of forgotten about them because the house has been…I don’t know. Not quiet, exactly. Acquiescent? There’s always a bit of a feeling around here.
But then today I was taking a shower. It was the middle of the day, a perk of working from home. I was singing “You Can’t Do That,” a favorite Beatles tunes, and was leaning into the water. It was relaxing.
That’s when I felt it. A tap. Two of them. On my shoulder.
Not “like” a tap. It was a tap. A finger touching me, quick and firm. Tap tap on the back of my shoulder demanding attention.
My mouth slammed shut and I spun around. I’m not sure what I expected to see, but I was alone. Just me and the water.
I jerked the shower curtain open like I was ripping off a bandaid. The bathroom was empty. The door was shut. In the middle of the day. I was alone in the house.
I brushed at my shoulder, but I could still feel those taps against my skin.
Good stuff, man. Very well put.