The Last Nail

Apr 5th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

Tat. Tat. Tat.

The tapping came in quick bursts. The blows were neither sharp nor strident, but in the absence of all other sound, they echoed in the silence.

Tat. Tat. Tat.

The carpenter was deft. Each nail hammered with economy of effort. If they were not perfectly straight, no human eye could discern a slant.

Tat. Tat. Tat.

As someone who prided himself on the careful attention to detail, it would have been a joy to watch such a master artisan at work.

Tat. Tat. Tat.

But I was too overwhelmed with dread. Which nail would be the last?

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