‘Plip-plip…’
“Later,” she muttered and went to work. Once there she forgot about ‘plip-plip’ until the afternoon.
“Hey, Kat!” Laura looked worried. “Ring your neighbour, Mark, please? Water’s pouring down his walls from your flat.”
She called Mark and ran for the bus. He was waiting, and together they unlocked her door.
“Oh God,” she groaned as water escaped and lapped by their ankles, ‘plip-plip’ coming back painfully to her. “Two minutes to check for the drip would’ve saved everything. Now it’s ruined.