Good afternoon, Fellow Friday Fictioneers! Please allow me first to apologise for not reading each and each and every one of your stories, especially of those kind of you to leave me a comment on mine. I do strive to at least do that! It’s been a helluva week and I am running after my tail, so to speak, and feel like I’m accomplishing a whole lotta nuthin’ in the meantime!
I promise to try and do better this week, despite my late start! (You know, that is why some of us strive to write on Wednesday. It permits us to keep up. Usually.)
This photo stumped me most of the day. I was going to go one route but felt that was too predictive of me. So I stepped away, cleared away the last of the boxes in my dining room (yes, finally!), did a few loads of laundry, blah blah blah. and then this came to me. Hope you enjoy!
Thank you to Rochelle for herding us wild things each and every week and for supplying this week’s photo, to boot! Click on her name for the rules and regs and, should you wish to add your two cents’ worth or read other fabulous stories (not that I’m assuming mine is fabulous….), please click on the blue frog below!
Time for Contemplation
She let the warm water caress her skin, washing away all the stress, sorrow, sadness and angst. There were so many things taking up space in her mind. What was it about showers that did more than clean one’s body?
It was almost the best part of her day. Alone. Warm water. Peace and quiet allowing her to contemplate. Dream. Cry. Make to-do lists. Plan vacations. Pleasure.
Like a needle dragged violently across a vinyl record, her reality came screaching in with the slam of the door against the wall.
“I need a glass of juice!”