Grabbing her bucket of cleaning supplies, Maryann shoved it under the sink, out of the way, and then cranked the sink tap, intent on washing the pile of dirty dishes before her. A strange metal clank and pop sounds, followed by a distinct hiss. A moment later, cool water touched her bare feet, pooling on the beige linoleum floor.
Panicked, she crouched and open the cupboard doors and got hit in the face with a burst of cold water.
She let out a shriek as she was doused. Turning her face to avoid the brunt of the blast, she fumbled blindly beneath the old cabinet, frantic to find the shut-off valve before the entire kitchen was flooded. Ten seconds later, she finally located it.
"Shit!" She cursed, spotting the culprit—a rusty, rotted pipe. It must have snapped when she shoved in the bucket and now she no longer had a functioning kitchen sink.
"I'll have to phone a plumber today," she accepted with bitter resignation.
