I thought this was an unusually tough Friday Fictioneers prompt, but at last I came up with a story –
“Gimme the wrench.”
“No, the big monkey wrench.” I tightened the wrench and threw my weight against it. Nothing.
“What do we have to lubricate this thing with?”
“I dunno. Is Chapstick any good?”
“If it’s all we have, it better be.”
It wasn’t. I squatted against the fence, snarling to myself.
“You know, I’ve been looking at this thing, and have you tried…”
“I have tried everything. You fix it if you’re so smart.”
“Well, I think it’s threaded backward, maybe.”
I lurched to my feet. Gripped the handle. Turned it the wrong way.
Water gushed out, puddling coldly around my feet.