A beat

He put his hand to his other wrist and held it between his thumb and fingers. He knew his thumb had it’s own pulse and this wouldn’t be accurate. But he had to do something. He started counting but he soon realised the situation was useless. He couldn’t feel anything. No pulse. What did it mean?

He held on for a moment later and suddenly there was something. A beat. He was alive.

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