The Sink That Wouldn't Forget
It was the kitchen sink in our Reading terrace that developed a memory. Every time I washed the dishes, the water would pool, slow and reluctant to leave, as if holding onto the scraps of our meals. A gurgle from the plughole sounded like a complaint. We’d pour a bottle of cheap, blue unblocker down it, hold our breath against the chemical smell, and for a day, all was well. But the...
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