This week’s photo prompt from Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers is a tap/faucet/robinet (depending on where you hang your hat!)
That long dry summer Billie guarded his secret; he queued daily at the town’s well, and drew less water than others, saying piously “let the children have my share.”
Yet at home each evening he drank greedily from a sweet, inexplicably infinite supply, wasting the precious well-water on illicit crop cultivation, whilst others grew nothing.
At night hosts of amorphous, silver-scaled alien beings congregated round his water tank, whilst Billie averted his gaze from their mysterious activities, repulsed by their sagging mouths moving in silent screams.
And when the rains finally arrived, Billie raised silver-scaled hands to his scream-less mouth, realising that nothing ever came for free.