Repetition

The record kept skipping back.

I don’t know why that bothered me so much, given I was bleeding out around the knife lodged in my gut. But I guess my mind was shutting off the pain, instead focusing on the looped final bars of Bach’s 5^th Suite for Cello.

But eventually, a pair of shoes came into my line of sight, and then the body attached squatted down in front of me.

“So sorry it had to come to this.”

“So am I.”

My would be killer looked confused, until I pulled the knife from my gut and into theirs.