Push.
“Dub?” Lub’s pulse wavered.
The first sound Lub ever heard was Dub.
They were good at their work. They didn’t know about the lungs above them that filled with autumn air, or the stomach that churned yesterday’s apple pie, or the brain that dreamed of mortgage payments and lost loves. They only knew the chamber, the river, and each other. lub and dub sound
LUB— a shove sideways.