Day 25 of my 2023 drabble-a-day challenge! Content note for murder and abuse.
Here is today’s drabble…
Even When Asleep
She stubbed her toe and winced, first in pain, and then at the noise she'd made.
She froze, shaking.
He didn't wake. He lay, head thrown back. Confident.
A vein pulsed in his neck. There were knives, in the kitchen.
A quick slice. Blood everywhere, a body to hide.
A little cut. Him, awake, in a rage, with a knife close by.
A jagged gash. A tale of an intruder no-one would believe.
A single stab. Prison for the rest of her life.
She slumped. He was right, of course he was. Perfectly safe; perfectly in control. Even when asleep.
I suspect that, if something is pulsing in someone’s neck, it’s an artery. Let’s leave aside for the moment the idea that it is an alien, or an inner self struggling to get out. Scientifically speaking, I think it’s an artery, not a vein.
But somehow, if you refer to an artery in ordinary prose, it just sounds weird.