Thursday, August 19, 2010

Wet ...

... and when the water came back, they lapped greedily from the tap, not caring that the wet was getting in their hair and eyes. Then they retreated to the yard where they danced and played in the sprinkler, stripping down to their under things and singing salutations to the gift. The gift of water ...

Actually, we just had a toilet flushing party and promptly forgot about those 12 waterless hours.

That said: Chuck has developed a taste for jugs of purified water. His palate will probably reject the tap when those jugs run dry, and he has to make his coffee the common way.

2 comments:

tamg said...

Or you could just get one of those tap-mounted water filters and he can have filtered water all the time.

Amy said...

is this flash fiction? :)