Karen muttered, “I am capable,” while wrenching at the dripping kitchen faucet. The leak taunted her, a steady *drip-drip* echoing her doubt. She squared her shoulders. “I am powerful!” The water surged, spraying her face like a disgruntled geyser. She sputtered, laughter bubbling up. “Okay, okay!” she yelled over the chaos. The faucet gurgled, then stilled. Karen blinked, soaked and grinning. “Guess I’ll stick to YouTube tutorials,” she said, wiping her brow with a towel that smelled faintly of optimism.
