The Bathroom's Narrative
Description
The living's memories are always captured by the non-living.
One particular room wanted to tell what they hold in captive.
Foreword
The water was slowly leaking from the full bathtub, gushing to the floor, and slowly moving to fill the empty ground.
Their floors.
The brown granite walls were glued with dozens of photos. Smiling, laughing, eating frozen yogurt, and dancing in the club.
Their photos.
The wide mirror reflected a lot of memories. Singing, scrubbing, brushing teeth, combing hair, washing face.
Their memories.
A simple one shot. My first experience of writing a woman x woman relationship.
I know that I'm not a decent writer, but I'm really willing to learn, so if you have an advice or anything, please do tell me.
Lots of love for reading this. Or even for spending time to read through the foreword.
- the early bird that gets the worm.
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