Gemotions

The persistent drip from the leaky faucet in the bathroom was driving Henry crazy. He'd tried everything to fix it, but it kept on dripping. He knew that the only reason he kept putting off having it professionally repaired was a lack of funds. He'd just spotted Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, from the house across the street, loading their luggage into a private helicopter, leaving for a weekend getaway. The faucet dripped in the background, a relentless metronome to his quiet existence. He sighed, picked up his tools, and turned toward the bathroom.