Choking Hazard-Chapter 1

It was almost as though the house had a heartbeat. A slow, stuttered rhythm that swayed through the grasses. The cool air brushed open the curtains and dew painted the soft petals of mother’s tulips. The clock chimed six.

Officer Doyle pulled her body out slowly, struggling with the awkward shape of mangled bones.

I sit up drowsily and look around. The silence of the house echoed through my body with a deafening sorrow. Forty-seven minutes later Grayson grumbled awake.