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;)