Category The Drip

The spout is dry. The deck around the faucet is wet. You set the cleaning caddy you were carrying to rest against the hallway wall, kneel down to get a closer look at the small pooled water spreading toward the… Continue Reading →

You twist it tighter. It still drips. The cool, brushed nickel of the bathroom sink handle digs into the pad of your thumb, and you huff a quiet breath so you don’t wake your roommate asleep at the far end… Continue Reading →

You count them. They do not stop. You lean against the apartment hallway wall outside your neighbor’s door, bucket balanced on the floor at your feet, and track the steady plink off the basin lip onto the linoleum. Your phone… Continue Reading →

You turned the handle off. A drop hits the basin. You huff a quiet sigh, twisting the cold water handle as far as it will go until your knuckles burn, but another drop plinks three seconds later, slow and steady…. Continue Reading →