Ellen looked around, dismayed. The water squeezed into her plimsolls and she winced as it squelched between her toes. The water was cascading down the stairs of its own free will and once over the shock of finding her home submerged she leapt into action, taking the stairs two at a time and bursting into the bathroom. The bath was full to the top, spilling over across the floor, under the door, on to the landing and down the stairs. She grabbed the tap and shut it off firmly. Ben’s bedroom door opened and he met her hard gaze.
‘But I turned it off, honestly!’
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Fortunately this never happened but I can embrace the feeling scarily easily. Superbly written. I love 'The water was cascading down the stairs of its own free will and once over the shock of finding her home submerged she leapt into action, taking the stairs two at a time and bursting into the bathroom.' A woman after my own heart – deal with it then have the meltdown!
Ooops! Know know what comes next for that young man. 😉
Oh wonderful!! I love the description of the water through the toes! I can feel that awful sensation. I be tshe could have dunked him in it!!
This made me chuckle – although I bet neither Ellen nor Ben were in a laughing mood. Fantastic!
I've never done this but can just imagine how it feels.Nicely done.