Drip Drop, Drip DropA Story by Kaye
Ran to the kitchen and heard a loud noise - water was dropping from my faucet.
It went drip, drip, drop and it begins to sound like a song to me. My
feet went to moving and also my body - then I clapped my hands so loud
that it made me laugh ridiculously. Watch out for the running faucet in my kitchen.
-Kaye. 1/27/2016 © 2016 Kaye |
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Added on January 27, 2016 Last Updated on January 27, 2016 Tags: Life, Short Story, Spoken Word Author
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