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When The Plumber Didn't Show

Water began to seep under the door. Soon, the TV turned itself off. The couches began to get soggy. I realized I never told my mother I loved her. I began to get jealous of fish. My father's photograph was cloudy underwater, but it was still clearer than my father in real life. I couldn't leave the room that was sinking so far from the ocean. I began to hate my plumbing decisions. Suddenly the season was not so jolly. The Christmas lights would be the last to go, being high up like they were. I couldn't leave the room because I knew I would drown wherever I went.

Story by:

Francine Witte

28 July 2018