Lather, Rinse, Repeat
It felt so good. Just knowing that there was no more wavering. She trailed water through her fingers. And sat in the gently steaming bath.
She was tired of landing up at this point again and again. No matter where she turned and how, she ended up here. Like the North Pole to her life's compass.
And finally, finally, she'd taken a decision.
And she was going to stick with it. No matter what.
There was so much to do. To organise. To pack and send back. So many people to call.
Thank God she didn't have to do any of it. She reached for the shampoo. Absurd really.
But at least her hair would look good.
As she reached out, another red drop fell from her wrist into the now pink bath water.
submitted at 1:39pm
27 June 2011