A Slip

Photo prompt © Jen Pendergast

“What’s this? What have you been doing?” asked the mother, sounding tired and flustered.

“I was making coffee?”

“But why is the room flooded? Where is Papa?”

“He is busy…attending meetings.”

“Shantanu!” she screamed. Shantanu felt that he had been hit by a bullet. He jumped from his chair and ran. But he slipped. There was soapy water, everywhere.

“What have you been doing” he asked meekly.

“Papa, I wanted coffee,” she said, smilingly.

“But why is there water here…...everywhere?”

“I was cleaning the kettle…. it was….”

And then they noticed white, soapy water, leisurely flowing down the kitchen sink.

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Word count 100

A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt