Oct. 22nd task

Oct. 22nd Task

The Third Setting-The Sitting Room



         It is a small room with doors and windows—much more a squarish hallway than a comfortable room to relax in.  The windows are shut tight, making the ambient temperature of the sitting room about the same 95° as it is outside.  It is stuffy and airless and now there is the cloying scent of copper.

         The house is even more quiet than usual, if that is possible.  The grandfather clock—the heartbeat of the house—ticks out it steady rhythm, like a relentless metronome.  That is the only sounds in the house, other than the soft plop, plop, plop of dripping.

         Lean, lanky and Lincoln-like, Andrew is lying on the horsehair settee.  His long body fills up the loveseat forcing him to feet rest on the floor.  He is turned slightly towards the back of the couch.  The picture of a man in repose, taking a well-deserved rest before the midday meal—except his face is hewn down the center.

         Andrew Borden has been attacked and killed in his sleep, his lower half remains eerily undisturbed.  His nose is practically hacked from his face, his left eye rests on his bloodied cheek in two pieces, and a crimson pool is forming beneath his head and shoulders.