When purple water poured from the kitchen tap, Janie knew the end of the world had come. It splashed, dark and beautiful, into the plastic basin and Janie’s skull started to shrink, her eyelids fluttered and her hand shot out to turn off the tap. The kettle went back on the sideboard, her hot drink forgotten. In the kitchen, with the tap off, everything seemed normal. The piles of dishes waiting to be washed were still stacked high, the spots of mould Dave kept promising to do something about hadn’t changed and the photos on the fridge smiled back...
Purple Water
Purple Water
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