The Shower

[The challenge this time was to write a story about a Shower in 53 words.]

You left me high and dry beside a waterfall. I stripped under the spray, scrubbed you from my skin with bitter grit, rinsed you out with bottled feelings, filed away your dead love, trimmed my overgrowing dreams, plucked my courage up, and washed my hands of you in the water under the bridge.

© Joanna Rubery 2017

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