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 →