Rain

There was a leak in the ceiling.  Suzie sat on the couch long enough to listen to the sound of the drops in the bucket change from a metallic plink to a wet bloop.

When it rained, the TV fritzed, so that news anchors would distend and change colour, monstrous despite the pleasant tone.  There were clothes everywhere, but Suzie was meticulous about food – she didn’t like the idea of something rotting where she couldn’t see it.

She hadn’t even taken off her coat yet.  She just watched the rain drip into the bucket, and smiled at the warped TV.

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