Stalactite Drips in the Kitchen

A chronic drip. Right over the marble work table, just above Franny’s head, but curiously not dripping on her. Just dripping when she steps away. It’s only a leak. A leak into this basement kitchen. This subterranean labyrinth right in the middle of the city where Bettina (known by a more colorful name) keeps the flames in the hearth burning. Franny is only an intern but already she’s lost. The drip unnerves her, but her boss, her leader, the one with the burning eyes and the flying red hair, likes it. She depends on the drip. She’s growing it into a stalactite. Part of the transformation when the kitchen becomes a cave and her cooking becomes as old as the first glimpse of fire.