Rainwater fell onto the metal roof in rhythmic drops. They also fell into the steel drum Joey had positioned beneath the leak next to the couch. Those were louder and echoier, and right next to her.
Jenny drew in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
Normally she liked the sound of rain on the roof but the drum was loud, obnoxious, and each drop cut through her thoughts as though each one were a tiny knife.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
She clenched her fist.
Why couldn't he have just chosen a normal plastic bucket instead? Like a normal person? No, of course he had run into the basement and hauled out a massive metal thing that had no business even being in the house.
Obvously he had deliberately chosen it. He knew it would annoy her. He took great pleasure in annoying her.
The jerk.
She glared across the coffee table as he lounged on the floor, his legs raised up over a dining chair, sitting completely opposite to how a normal person would sit. He was perverse. Utterly perverse. How had she ended up in the same house as this lunatic?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the incessant noise... to no avail. It was not going to stop, ever. She was going to go insane. Joey was literally driving her insane. Would that be so bad, though? Maybe she could tolerate him more if she was as insane as he was, but this was different. This was yell and scream insane, not perverse madman insane.
Hulloooo -- it's day 963 of @mariannewest's five-minute #freewrite challenge.
The prompt for today is -- steel drum -- and this is what I came up with before the eggtimer website beeped at me, plus a couple extra minutes for a tidy up.
You can find today's challenge at the following link:
@mariannewest/day-963-5-minute-freewrite-wednesday-prompt-steel-drum
Until next time! Thanks for reading! ❤️
