He was in the bath room, fresh from the shower and reaching for a towel, when he heard the sound.
It sounded like a thump in the other room, like someone was in the house. Knowing he was home alone, he grew still and listened for it again. He’d left the windows open to bring in fresh, cold mountain air before the day became the oven in hell’s kitchen. Someone may have come through one of the windows.
The thump came again.
It was not from the other room, but from below.
He looked down, considering what he’d heard and where it emanated. For, it seemed like the sound had come from his abdomen.
Listening for it, he heard it again, like someone jumping on the floor, coming from his abdomen.
Was that normal? He’d never heard a noise like that from his body before.
He resumed drying. Growing old was a murky business. The more he aged, the less he knew his body, and the less he trusted it.
He never knew what it was going to do next.