My sister didn’t want to go to school that day. Feigning a fever, she sought sympathy from Mama, who was not easily fooled.
“Let’s check your temperature.”
Shaking the thermometer down; the bulb inadvertently tapped against the porcelain countertop.
Tink…
Droplets of liquid metal, suddenly freed, scurried like quicksilver across the tiles;
volatile,
random,
erratic.
Then, they congregated in the grout lines. They pooled back together.
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