Drip Drop, Drip Drop

Drip Drop, Drip Drop

A 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