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Thursday, September 4, 2014

I Think I'll Write a Book

"The Impossible House"
Chapter 1-
After a long day Amie and Heather sat down to watch some late night television before meandering off to bed. Amie decided she had had enough halfway through an episode of Community. As Amie was walking down the stairs, a sound came from the kitchen. This sound, unlike the crashing of a dish from a poorly stacked dish drainer, was deep and hollow sounding. Kind of like a thud. Heather looked at Amie and Amie looked right back at her. Memories of a prior incident rushed through their minds as they played through various causes of the sound. The last time a loud thud had been heard outside, a stoned citizen had tried to break into their house. Neither of these girls wished to relive that experience. They rushed to the kitchen to try to discover the source of the thud. Amie peered out through the kitchen windows to check on the outside surroundings. Heather decided to take this opportunity to rinse her hands of the salt and special sauce that remained from eating a Big Mac and fries just moments before. As the water drained from the sink basin, a new and unwelcome sound was heard. It was the sound of rushing water. Heather threw open the doors covering the sink's plumbing. Immediately she was drawn to the red bucket of water below. This bucket had been there for quite some time as there had been some faulty repairs on the sink after it had been damaged following a new sink and countertop installation. Heather and Amie's eyes locked in on the red bucket. It was almost full of water, and there was something else in it that did not belong there. The girls' hearts sank as they knew that once again the landlord's son had not finished the work he had started, for the U-pipe was now in the bucket, floating, helpless. 
The sink is, once again, broken. 
One may wonder, is it possible for this sink to find healing and peace? Or will it be forever doomed to live a life of disrepair?