The evening had gone just as he had wanted it to.

Sally had invited him round for dinner and drinks. She had been single for a few months now after her divorce.

They’d been flirting round the office. He was sure she liked him.

The meal had gone well, conversation flowed, along with the wine.

He excused himself in order to freshen up.

Not bad, he thought, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He squirted soap into his hands and held them under the strangely-shaped tap.

Nothing happened. There was no handle to turn. How did you get the water on?

He pushed and pulled at the object. Finally, in frustration, he hit it. Water shot out of a nozzle, spraying the front of his trousers, his shirt and his face.

The spray stopped. Mark stood, water dripping from him.

Silently he left the bathroom, found his jacket in the hallway and slipped out the house.

Maybe he and Sally just weren’t meant to be.

Copyright Enisa

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

39 responses to “FAUCETLY CHALLENGED”

  1. Poor Mark. Maybe the faucet not working as it should made him think that it might be like that later down the road for Sally and him, so he’s saving himself the trouble now. Interesting story.

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  2. It just wasn’t his day, or the right girl, I suppose. … For real, some of those faucets in public restrooms are confusing! I’ve done the same trying to get the water to come out. haha! 🙂


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