Very Little Time

Kyomi felt that rough hollow thud that she had felt more and more frequently throughout the years.

Like her heart had suddenly dried up and the dry husk had decided to beat anyways. It was at once, painful and scary.

Kyomi took a deep breath and stopped washing dishes long enough to settle her heart beat and wait for her heart to settle into the normal rhythmn.

Racoo was sitting on the kitchen table contemplating a particularly hard crossword clue, when he heard the deep breath and saw the hand on Kyomi’s heart and knew what had happened.

Racoo could feel it too.

“Kyomi, what is a five letter word for,” Racoo started.

“Not now Racoo,” Kyomi breathed and whispered lightly, “there’s very little time.”