2.25.2017

But not a drop to drink?

“Insidious stuff, water.”  You mother shuffles in, wearing a pair of house slippers.  “Given time and supplied with motivation it would grab everything humanity has made by the collar bones and tear it in two.”
You stand up.  “I'm surprised you're not still on the roof watching the party.”
She walks over to the fridge and pulls out a carton of milk.  Leaning against the counter, you watch as she makes three bowls of cereal.
“Shane told me the power is out across the county.”
She clinks a spoon deliberately on one of the bowls and grins childishly at the noise.  “He's a sensitive one, our Shaney.”  She sits down and starts to eat.
You plop down next to your mother and start to say that Anna is still asleep when she walks through the door.  Anna looks down at the puddle of water on the floor and gives it a dirty look.  Fixing her hair a bit, she joins you at the table.  “What's with the spill?”
Cryptically spinning her spoon in the milk, your mother stares at the wall.  After a pause, her eyes refocus, turning toward Anna.  “It's raining.”

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