TBS 2.8.3 "S" - words
She lived in a pre-war building and while there had been modern conveniences added, the bathroom was one area that still looked older. There was a claw-foot tub that was perfect for filling with Mr. Bubble and sinking into. The fixtures were brass and she’d adorned the mirror with dressing-room style bulbs. Not that anyone actually had those in any actor’s dressing room she’d ever been in. Of course, she’d only been in the dressing rooms of Off-Broadway performers, and those places were more like closets than a place to pamper the prima donna before the curtain rose.
Still, Liz loved her bathroom. It was one of the places she went to escape after a long day. Today, however, was a cleaning day. She’d tackled the kitchen - getting rid of worn-out Tupperware, cleaning the oven - and had been doing laundry. Now it was time for the bathroom. She knelt down in front of the sink and pulled the under-the-sink cabinet doors open. Several different kinds of hairspray, various bottles of shampoo and numerous varieties of body wash, not to mention all the face cream and hair dye, littered the cabinet.
“Damn,” Liz said aloud. “Guess it’s time to get rid of some of this.”
Grabbing an empty box, Liz began to fill it with products she no longer used or at least hadn’t used in awhile. She was near the back of the cabinet, the box half-full, when she came across a familiar red and white jar. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as she looked at the Bryl-creem. It had been Lennie’s hair pomade of choice and she had no idea how one of the jars had managed to be in her cabinet three years after…
She stood up and placed the jar on the sink, next to her toothbrush holder.
Bryl-creem, a little dab'll do ya, Use more, only if you dare, But watch out, The gals will all pursue ya,-- They'll love to put their fingers through your hair.
Liz sang the jingle under her breath, her hand running along the sink’s edge, looking at the jar of pomade with almost reverence. In one little instant, it was as if he was still there, his toiletries mingled with hers, peering over her shoulder as he shaved and she brushed her teeth.
She indulged herself in this daydream a few moments longer before shaking herself of it. The reality was, those times were gone. He was gone. She swiped at her eye with the back of her hand and then started to laugh. You’re crying over a jar of hair goop? Liz could hear his incredulous tone.
“That’s right, you big lug,” she said to the sink.
I thought you hated that stuff. She could see the relentless grin, lips curled upward, unapologetic.
“Oh, I do.” She threw the jar in the trash with an equally unapologetic smirk, making a point to herself and maybe…somewhere…to him.
[word count: 488]
Still, Liz loved her bathroom. It was one of the places she went to escape after a long day. Today, however, was a cleaning day. She’d tackled the kitchen - getting rid of worn-out Tupperware, cleaning the oven - and had been doing laundry. Now it was time for the bathroom. She knelt down in front of the sink and pulled the under-the-sink cabinet doors open. Several different kinds of hairspray, various bottles of shampoo and numerous varieties of body wash, not to mention all the face cream and hair dye, littered the cabinet.
“Damn,” Liz said aloud. “Guess it’s time to get rid of some of this.”
Grabbing an empty box, Liz began to fill it with products she no longer used or at least hadn’t used in awhile. She was near the back of the cabinet, the box half-full, when she came across a familiar red and white jar. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as she looked at the Bryl-creem. It had been Lennie’s hair pomade of choice and she had no idea how one of the jars had managed to be in her cabinet three years after…
She stood up and placed the jar on the sink, next to her toothbrush holder.
Bryl-creem, a little dab'll do ya, Use more, only if you dare, But watch out, The gals will all pursue ya,-- They'll love to put their fingers through your hair.
Liz sang the jingle under her breath, her hand running along the sink’s edge, looking at the jar of pomade with almost reverence. In one little instant, it was as if he was still there, his toiletries mingled with hers, peering over her shoulder as he shaved and she brushed her teeth.
She indulged herself in this daydream a few moments longer before shaking herself of it. The reality was, those times were gone. He was gone. She swiped at her eye with the back of her hand and then started to laugh. You’re crying over a jar of hair goop? Liz could hear his incredulous tone.
“That’s right, you big lug,” she said to the sink.
I thought you hated that stuff. She could see the relentless grin, lips curled upward, unapologetic.
“Oh, I do.” She threw the jar in the trash with an equally unapologetic smirk, making a point to herself and maybe…somewhere…to him.
[word count: 488]