Screaming broke the silence, then knocking.
David flung the door open.
"What have I told you? When I'm working, don't interrupt! Next time it's the belt!"
Closing the door, he pulled a recorder from his pocket to play on loop.
Explosions from on-base shook the house. A type-writer on the shelf fell, splintering David's skull.
He sat, unable to call out.
Another fight sends footsteps storming down the hall.
Before fingers rap, two girls hear ticking.
Afraid of consequences, they turn and leave, unaware their father was being lulled to death by the faint sound of keys tapping.