Drought
I remember. Sometimes it would run blistering hot, but usually it was ice cold (or pretty close).
Little fingers and a high-pitched voice, calling up, "it's 'lefty-loosey, righty-tighty', right, Daddy?" "That's right, Princess. Do you want me to help you turn it left?" Thick fingers would send forth the water, and that little mouth would be all over me, and there'd be a surge of giggles when her dress got all wet. Then that strong grip would slow it to barely a drip. The voices would fade, and I'd be left with nothing.
I miss water.
Welcome! Lovely debut flash from the faucet's point of view, right? Sweet, and a smidgen creepy as well - I like that. Hope you'll drop in again, and thanks for the link. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL - a smidgen creepy, huh? How do I link the linkup? I think that's the only part of the process I missed.
DeleteDear Emelle,
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Friday Fictioneers with your sentimental tale. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle.
DeleteThis is lovely Emelle! I hope you have plenty of water this summer x
ReplyDeleteThank you, Holly. It was a timely photo, as California is in its worst drought in ages.
DeleteDo you ever write fiction? If you do, I would encourage you to follow the links above to join in.