SPLAAAASH!
The sounds of gurgling and trickling water echoed through Mrs. Brian's living room. The candle bulb enlivened the drab wooden interior, which was cluttered with wallpaper and furniture.
In the lightless kitchen, she left the tap running as she glowered at her reflection in the mirror. Traces of light from the living room filtered into the kitchen; she gripped the sink until the aluminum bent out of shape, biting her lip.
'I should have killed him myself.'
Beside her, stacks of medals, badges, and stars floated above the water gathering in the sink. In a fit of rage, she threw water onto her face and banged on the cabinet.
SKWWCH!
She turned off the tap, leaving her medals and badges submerged. As she entered her living room, she saw a shadow stretching into the kitchen entrance. Sharply, Mrs. Brian darted to the side to observe the source.
