A Drop in the Bucket
by Kathleen Kent
You up?
Yes. Just now.
Did you get my text earlier?
I did! What would my mornings be without your love quotes?
Did you like it?
“Time’s winged chariot hurrying near. . .” Lovely.
“Desserts of vast eternity. . .” Marvell knew his coy mistress well, as do I. ☺
When am I going to see you?
Tomorrow.
What time?
Not sure. Why? Do you have something planned?
Just want to have the house ready for you.
What have you been doing all this week while I’ve been away?
Had the repairmen out for the leaky roof. Again. That’s what happens, I guess, with your 200-year-old house.
Five generations worth of a Victorian monster: a shaky roof, but a wealth of history.
AND almost no phone reception. I’ve learned to text like a champ, though.
“There is no exquisite beauty, without some strangeness in the proportion.”
Who said that?
Edgar Allan Poe.
Should have guessed. So, what time are you coming home?
I’ll text you when I’m sure.
Okay.
All else going well? How are you sleeping?
Not great. I don’t really notice the noises in the house except when the lights are out. It’s driving me a little crazy.
You could invite a friend to stay. You have so many friends. Surely one of them can spend the night.
It’s a long way to drive from town.
I would have driven to the ends of the earth to be with you. If only you had asked.
I know that my sweet angel.
Actually, I spoke to Dandridge today. He said he thought he saw a car at the house a few evenings. A black BMW?
Must have been Marta.
Marta?
Yes, you remember her. You said talking to her was like watching paint dry, or something.
Funny, don’t remember meeting her at all.
She did come for dinner a few times this week when I got nervous. And lonely for you!
“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
Poe again?
Right! So what kind of noises are you hearing?
Last night, I started hearing sounds coming from outside, like a cat in distress.
I thought cats always sounded like they’re in distress. Maybe one of the neighbor’s pets.
Maybe--it had a strange sound to it. But “there are stranger things in heaven and earth”, right, Romeo?
Clever girl. See, you can read.
Last night, the sounds were so loud that I got out of bed and went into the back yard.
And. . .?
It sounded like it was coming from the old garden.
The one with the well?
Yes. But I didn’t want to go wandering too close to it and accidently fall in. We need to get Dandridge to secure the cover.
Maybe something fell in. Still alive, swimming around, trying to get out.
That’s a horrible thought.
“Reformation has its victims. . .can’t expect the fatted calf to share the enthusiasm of the angels over the prodigal’s return.”
That definitely sounds like Poe.
Actually, it’s Saki.
Do you really think something’s alive in the well?
There’s only one way to find out.
Can’t Dandridge do it?
He’s in town today doing things for me.
Oh.
Well, it doesn’t matter. Anything that’s fallen in last night has probably given up the ghost by now.
What if it is a cat?
Or a puppy dog.
You’re terrible!
“From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.”
???
H.P. Lovecraft.
I’ll go take a look. But stay close to the phone, okay?
Okie, dokie.
The old garden needs tending. Badly.
Be careful of the brambles. They have been known to bite.
Ha! Ha! I’m at the well. There’s basically no cover left. It’s completely rotted away. The only thing left is the crank and the bucket.
Hear anything?
Sounds like faint splashing. A frog maybe?
How close can you get the edge? Be careful though.
It’s pretty dark down there.
“If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
Would you stop with the Poe.
That’s Friedrich Nietzsche, my darling.
Right.
He also said that a woman may form a friendship with a man, but it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.
What are you talking about?
Dandridge told me your nocturnal visitor was a man.
That’s so unfair. I’m really hurt right now, Taylor, that you wouldn’t believe me.
Of course I believe you! Have you ever given me any reason to doubt you?
I told you it was Marta who came to dinner.
Dandridge must be getting old. His eyesight is surely not what it used to be. But then again, none of us are what we were.
OMG. I’m hearing the sounds again!!
From the well?
No, it sounds like it’s coming from WTF the bucket!
The bucket?
But it’s filled with rainwater. Maybe a squirrel?
Maybe it’s a BABY squirrel. LOL.
It definitely sounds like an animal. I don’t see anything though.
Look closer. Stick your hand in.
R U Crazy! I’m not sticking my hand in.
Well put a stick in.
OK. Got a stick. Stay near the phone. Checking now.
Did you find anything in the bucket, my angel?
Something that has served our family for 200 years, perhaps?
With very large teeth and a stinging tail?
There ARE stranger things in heaven and earth. And it’s HORATIO you stupid, cheating twat. Or I should say ex-twat. RIP.
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