The touch of water
fiction, short stories
It was his right foot, at first. He noticed it at the top of the stairs—the cold touch of water. He swore. He hated wet socks. He looked down, but nothing was there—no water, no wet sock. He wriggled his toes experimentally. They felt clammy. He reached down to touch his woolen sock. Dry.
Thompson, William. "The Touch of Water." The Porter House Review, https://www.porterhousereview.org/articles/the-touch-of-water/.
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