The tap hates me and I can't for the life of me think why. Every time I enter I can feel it's presence, I approach the sink with trepedation:
"Hello there tap." I offer, edging nearer.
"Toledo."
Somehow it's response a question and a statement. Its mood is unfathomable.
"Now I don't want any trouble today, ok?" I state reasonably reaching slowly for the sink.
"But you do want something from me"
"You're a tap, it's your purpose to supply water. I would simply like a chance to oblige you of this service.."
There is a silence, maybe this time will be alright?
"So my purpose is to supply you with water when you want it?"
I remain silent, unsure of how to answer.
"I've seen you" It continues, a menace in its voice that's new,
"The times you haven't washed. The times you ignored me. Or the times you left me on. Sometimes I think you like me, you lean in as if to kiss and drink from me, but then you turn on me..."
It does this every time. Damn tap.
"Look I just use you for water, I don't know where this is coming from"
I wish I had known that this was the wrong thing to say. There was a pause then, in a different, lighter tone it spoke again:
"It's OK Toledo, just use me this time and we'll start again. I'm sorry."
Weary but convinced I lean in and turn the top of the tap slowly. There is a soft moan and for a split second I think that it's all going to be ok, but then before I know it I'm drenched in water again.
Damn tap.
- Toledo
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Toledo took three steps towards the sink, raising the broomhandle as he moved. Today would be the final battle.
His fist wrapped around the handle got to the level of his chin and then froze. He stopped moving. His jaw came unhinged. If he had looked at himself right now he would have seen tiny strings of spittle, as gossamer and strands of spiderweb, gleaming between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
A finger had poked it's way out of the drain-hole in the sink.
A human finger.
For a moment it froze, as if aware that it had been discovered. Then it began to move again, feeling it's wormlike way around the basin...
Either tell me where yoiu've hidden the survailance camera or I'll turn the finger on you,
By the way it's called Doug
- Toledo
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