Fridge Defrost: Drain

The drain in the back of Eleanor’s refrigerator had been silent for eleven years. Then, one Tuesday, it began to sing.

There was a long pause.

A slow, deep thrum vibrated through the kitchen floor. The refrigerator began to shudder. The magnetic seal on the door loosened. The door swung open. fridge defrost drain

It started as a drip, a slow, rhythmic plink into a plastic bowl she’d placed underneath. But the drips were too regular. Too deliberate. A drip every four seconds. Then three. Then five. Then two. It was a code. The drain in the back of Eleanor’s refrigerator

But the next morning, the drain had wept. fridge defrost drain

A promise.

Then the drain sighed.