Creative Busyness

A loud THUD, then silence.

His body falls to the ground.

I run to check on him.

His eyes are still open and expressive.

I can hear the drum of his heart.

Good! There is still life on him.

This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Prompt #21, which this week prompts for the words:

| SILENCE | EYES| HEART | DRUM | LIFE |