![]() “Maybe you should have turned it off before you cut the pipe, idiot!” “Water is pouring into my basement and you broke the flipping valve?” The handle snapped off in his hand as he fell. Fred jumped, his bulk soaring the three inches of gain he needed to grip the main shutoff. I couldn’t fault him for it I wasn’t far behind. My brother was a large man to begin with, but lately he had been putting on some serious weight. By the shelf.” The puddle on the concrete floor of the laundry room grew at an alarming rate. “What did you do, Jim?” Fred demanded, his tone dripping with derision. “Motherless son of a biscuit!” I got a hand between me and the water but dropped the pipe cutter. Our Spring 2018 contest was the first contest he ever entered, so it is appropriate that Summer 2019 is his first featured publication. Matthew Tevebaugh is a writer before dawn, electrical engineer by day, husband and father by night. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Tevebaugh and was a runner-up in our 2019 Summer Writing Contest.
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