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Bubble Bath

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She slips into the warm water fast like a dropping bomb.
Not sexy like the Swedish models dipping their skinny bodies into a tub.
Her skin crawls with goosebumps from the unexpected temperature.
Slowly, she glides her feet down her legs, softening the new bumps.
She feels like those models.
Her toes are covered in bubbles and she wipes them on the tile walls.
In this bath she forgets things like:
How she could lose a few inches around her legs.
How she lost the boy of her dreams.
How her stomach used to sink under the water, but now it protrudes.
She dries her hands off on a washcloth to light a cigarette.
With the white terry over her eyes she drowns in her own smoke.
The soap dish is her own personal ashtray and she finds it blind, with ease.
Jazz music slowly seeps into her ears and she is learning to love the sound of his voice.
She needs something to love.
“A beer,” she thinks.
“A beer would make this perfect.”
But she doesn’t need it.
Not the way she needs his legs around hers, wrinkling into each other until their raisin toes touch and repel.
She can feel the embers getting closer to her fingers and dips the ash into the tub.
The water gets dirtier and dirtier with each passing second as her dead skin melts off of her and floats around, getting stuck to the porcelain.
She feels clean.
She feels new.
The white soapy bubbles continue to crack and pop around her and they sound like the burning paper from her cigarette.
She has to take off the washcloth to see if she put it out.
She did.
It lays on the soap dish, wet and lonely.
She lays in the tub, feeling the same.
But she smiles because it makes her happy to.
Her phone rings next to her on the toilet.
And she remembers things like:
How she could lose a few inches around her legs.
How she lost the boy of her dreams.
How her stomach used to sink under the water, but now it protrudes.
And how she could really use his legs around hers, wrinkling into each other until their raisin toes touch and repel.
baths.
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oluklu's avatar
such a good story and would make a good short comic book