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 as smugly as always. Janie listened, wondering if she was the first of the neighbours to notice. The noises from outside were the same as always. A cautious arm, a swift twist, and the tap went on again. It was still purple. As one of the first to know, Janie felt a great sense of responsibility and also a deep, bubbling excitement. There had been other signs, plenty of them. Floods, volcanoes, heat waves, breakouts of this, dangers of that, it had been coming and coming and they’d all been so slow to realise it. To believe. The world was...

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