It was such a lovely tune. That’s why I focused on it.
You wouldn’t think there was much of a melody that could be achieved
by dripping. But there were a few different little streams flowing across the
table, each dripping down the side at a different rate, each onto a different
surface.
The slow drips onto the floor were the beat, the quick drips
into the metal floor the main instrument, with drips onto my phone and the
knife finishing the music.
So I just lay there, enjoying the tune, while my friends
tried desperately to stem the bleeding.
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