Drabble: Wash It All Away
It rains down over his eyes, washes away the tears.
“You okay in there?”
Not really, no.
He scrubs, but the soap doesn’t cleanse.
“Can I come in?”
Please don’t.
His hair sits flat against his head, grime running down his shoulder in dirty rivulets.
“I’m worried about you.”
I’ll be okay. “Just… give me a minute.”
He wearily exits the shower, towel ‘round his ( Read more... )
“You okay in there?”
Not really, no.
He scrubs, but the soap doesn’t cleanse.
“Can I come in?”
Please don’t.
His hair sits flat against his head, grime running down his shoulder in dirty rivulets.
“I’m worried about you.”
I’ll be okay. “Just… give me a minute.”
He wearily exits the shower, towel ‘round his ( Read more... )
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Excellent - "never in the history of drabbling was so much said in so few words" to paraphrase Churchill who babbled and dribbled but couldn't drabble!
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