The Clatter of Her Heels

By K.D. Aeker

Murray is having trouble sleeping. But is it a simple case of the snores, or is there something more sinister lurking in the shadows of his memory?

Under the tentative eye of his sleep doctor, Murray travels through the stages of sleep and discovers clues to piece together his own memory.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.D. Aeker
• Release date: Aug 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476347523

K.D. Aeker

K.D. Aeker has been writing since 2010, with a big focus on short thrillers and a hint of sci-fi!

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The Clatter of Her Heels

By K.D. Aeker

Copyright 2012 K.D. Aeker

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Author's Note

This short story was originally written for entry into a competition, in which it eventually placed second (a delightful surprise!). However, on reading the story again, I realised that I was guilty of 'data dumping' great swaths of my newfound knowledge on sleep cycles and memory processing. For the Smashwords Edition, I have revised some portions of the story to give it a better flow.

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Murray lay in the dark on his back, sandwiched neatly between the crisp white sheets. His toes made twin white tents that he could barely see in the low light. He was conscious of the elasticised band that stretched around his chest, holding the heart monitor in place beneath his thin blue cotton pyjamas. Sticky electrode pads pulled ever so slightly on the fine grey hairs that wisped along his hairline. He wanted to touch them, scratch free the one little hair he could feel tugging too tight, but he didn't want to move because his finger was clamped in a plastic, high-tech clothes peg. Murray glanced down the length of the bed once more, worried by the red glow