When the faucet finally gives way the old copper pipes start to sing - a chorus from the crumbling brick an plaster. The water doesn't flow, but splutters, spitting it out in chaotic bursts. Adam reaches forward only to retract his hand even faster. It isn't simply cold water, it's orange and dirt f Read More
When the faucet finally gives way the old copper pipes start to sing - a chorus from the crumbling brick an plaster. The water doesn't flow, but splutters, spitting it out in chaotic bursts. Adam reaches forward only to retract his hand even faster. It isn't simply cold water, it's orange and dirt flecked. Somewhere down the line is an iron pipe. He glanced over his shoulder at Chloe who gave a brief nod, face stoic, before bending to drink.