Ellerslie — Clogged Drains

“You’ve got a visitor,” he said.

“That’s… my son’s duck,” she whispered. “He lost it six months ago.” clogged drains ellerslie

The water sat in the sink like a dark, glossy eye, refusing to blink. For three days, Emily had waged war on the clogged drain in her Ellerslie bungalow—plunger, baking soda, vinegar, even a muttered curse in the direction of the plumbing gods. Nothing worked. “You’ve got a visitor,” he said

Emily paid him, plus a twenty-dollar tip she’d hidden in her pocket just in case. “You’ve got a visitor