Baking Soda In Drain

She walked down the hall, cup in hand. The bathroom sink was full. Not with water, but with foam. A pale, billowing, volcanic froth was spilling over the rim, dripping onto the toothbrush holder, puddling on the floor. And mixed within the bubbles, floating like a dire message in a bottle, were tiny, blackened shreds of something that looked like… melted plastic. Or maybe, just maybe, the charred edge of a photograph.

The vinegar hissed as it hit the baking soda, a sharp, chemical whisper that promised a clean conscience. For Eleanor, it was the sound of order returning to a world that had, lately, felt profoundly out of control. baking soda in drain