Down in the basement, the sump pump sighed and fell silent. The water stain on the floor began to recede.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” she whispered to the drain.
Elara sat back on her heels, soaked, shivering, and reeking. She looked at the thing on the end of her hanger: a fibrous, greasy, vile little heart, the size of a baseball. She flicked it into a trash bag.
Down in the basement, the sump pump sighed and fell silent. The water stain on the floor began to recede.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” she whispered to the drain.
Elara sat back on her heels, soaked, shivering, and reeking. She looked at the thing on the end of her hanger: a fibrous, greasy, vile little heart, the size of a baseball. She flicked it into a trash bag.
