June skidded to a stop and backed up rapidly, but it was too late. She’d already looked at the classroom ceiling out of instinct.
Or what used to be the ceiling. Water dripped from pipes twelve feet above the ground, half hidden by a dark nimbostratus cloud.
Hair stuck damply to her forehead as she studied the plaster shards scattered across the linoleum.
“Turn the water off,” June croaked, but she didn’t know who might hear, twenty minutes before class on a Saturday morning.
“Weather problems?”
A spike of adrenaline shattered what was left of her poise. “Ah. Um, levitation and situational awareness problems, apparently.”
A dark-haired man in a blue jumpsuit stood at the end of the hallway.
June felt sparks building in her hand and quickly tucked it behind her back. “Are you with maintenance? I’m new this term, but I can’t teach in a…rainstorm.”
It slowly sank in that the indoor flood had nothing to do with a broken pipe.
“That’s nothing,” said the man cheerfully, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. “It’s snowing in 103, two doors down.”
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This week’s prompt is from Padre – turn off the water! My prompt went to AC Young – glue and target practice. Check more out at MOTE!
