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Drip, drip, drip.
Each time a droplet of water hits the sink it echoes through the house. It rips through the silence like a gunshot. My pillow doesn’t muffle the sound and the drips keep coming.
“Why didn’t you fix the tap like you said you would?” my wife queries from her side of the bed.
I let out a groan, followed by, “Because I hate sleeping properly”.
My response only infuriates her more as she rolls away from me.
I reach for my phone, locating the app for the hardware store I order a click-and-collect washer.
About the Creator
D-Donohoe
Amateur storyteller, LEGO fanatic, leader, ex-Detective and human. All sorts of stories: some funny, some sad, some a little risqué all of them told from the heart.
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