When you are aged and dried up, it’s not so easy to remember when you were moist, almost leaky. Eyes, mouth, breasts, vagina – things just ran with moisture. We can try to make up for the loss with eye drops and lip balm and K-Y Jelly, but, let’s face it, the results aren’t the same.

Sven was in his 70s, like me, so I hoped . . .

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “leaky.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Leaky”

  1. The sound of the leaky faucet in the kitchen sink did not allow her to concentrate. It was akin to Chinese torture. Drip…drip…drip…She got up, turned on the light and placed a sponge under the annoying drip. Ahh…silence. Returning to the dining room, her concern now was getting her husband to fix it.

  2. I jumped on my bed stomach first, head buried in the pillow. Tears flowed, shoulders shuddered noiselessly with despair. A whimper escaped from my lips in regular beats, like a leaky faucet, pausing only for a new breath. His words still rang in my ears. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

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