TITLE: The Drumming Song
GENRE: YA speculative romance
The drumbeat pulsed through my head, drowning out the tap-tap of the egg I’d been cracking on the edge of a wooden bowl. The eggshell crushed beneath my fingers.
I flung the shell and yolk into the sink and whirled around at the noise.
“Drea, I’m not the chef here, but I’m almost certain you need the egg when making an omelet.”
Guster spoke from the kitchen table, the faintest hint of interest in his voice. I frowned at the uncalled-for dig at my cooking prowess, but didn’t look his way.
The sliding glass doors to my left faced the miles of swooping high-grass meadows that overran this town. Dusk had subdued the pale grasses into sighs of color. A spread of infinite stars bedecked the sky. A crescent moon displayed a cocky smile.
There wasn’t a soul in sight. And sure as hell no drum.
The beat jarred through my head again. Demolished eggshell dug into my palm as I clenched my fist. It was . . . at first I couldn’t get over how distinct the drumming sounded, as if Guster was jamming out at our coffee-stained kitchen table.
But Guster would as soon pick up drumsticks as eat a chicken drumstick.
Ba-dum, ba-dum-uh-dum. Ba-dum, ba-dum-uh-dum.
My pulse raced alongside the rhythm. I almost felt my heartbeat align with the obnoxiously beautiful sounds.
“Shh! Gus, where’s that noise coming from?” I was actually less concerned with where it was coming from, and more bewildered by my body’s reaction.