just thinking
The stainless steel sink curved quickly up from the housing of the drain and spread outward to form the floor of the box. It shot around a tight curve through ninety degrees, culminating in a tight roll lip where he stood.He had unscrewed the tap, moving an aged rubber stopper out of the way of the surging water, which was ever seeking a place of lower pressure. Each individual molecule of water fell victim to gravity, and spun wildly toward the drain, dripping and dropping away from its brothers and sisters into its new plastic bucket home.
He turned and I turned, and the word pour floated in the bucket home waiting to slip, hissing quietly, over the bucket lip and find a new home closer to the center of the earth, which draws us all to her with invisible gravity skirts.
Tanned gentlemen watched me for signs of life, for signs of being finished.
"Why aren't you talking?" Abdul said.
"I was just thinking." I told him.
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