ears, because I felt that I should bear witness to every detail of his journey from point of death to his final rest.
The friction whistle of raincoat fabric against brick rose as he fell. He impacted with the larger drain far below and spilled into it, but the slope was too minimal for him to travel farther.
For perhaps a minute, I stood shuddering, forcing back my tears and steeling myself for the descent.
From elsewhere in the crypt, I heard footsteps on stone and then voices echoing along the groin vaults.
AS OUR STRANGE COURTSHIP REQUIRED, IF IT was a courtship, the dining area was barely lighted: three candles in blue-glass cups on a sideboard, six others at more distance in the open kitchen, none upon the table at which we ate. I had taken off my ski mask but not my jacket, and I ate with my hood still up.
A simple glass chandelier hung by a chain above us, left dark in consideration of me, but its chrome arms were faintly traced by fluttery reflections of the blue candlelight, and the small glass bowls containing its light bulbs took the blue glow and made rings of it around their rims. Our wineglasses and the flatware likewise glimmered, and on the wall behind the sideboard, soft blue light quivered as the flames danced.
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