The ever-still duckling

My first uptake:

The bath just did not seem the same anymore especially with the new bath bombs and scented bubbles that come with adulthood.

Ever since little Belinda had gone, I was in melancholy.

The soap suds felt like rocks on my smooth coat of rubber.

My second uptake:

I came into this bath, unwrapped from my plastic cage, wretched apart by a squealing boy.

Hesitating to splash amongst the blooming bubbles, another duckling called on to me.

Fear not, O little one, Andy will love you no matter what, so jump in before the gate shuts, for once gone it never returns!


Written in response to: Three line tales, Week 232

Signing off and happy writing;)

28 thoughts on “The ever-still duckling

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