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Down the Drain
A short story.
Marissa laid in the bathtub that’s attached to her and her husband Kevin’s master bedroom.
He still wasn’t home. The bath water is five shades of blue from the bath bomb she bought earlier that day.
She held a glass of wine and stared at the ceiling. Her phone buzzed on the counter. The vibration against the marble countertop brought her back to reality.
Normally, she’d ignore it, but she was sick of letting her mind run about Kevin. She poured another glass.
It’s supposed to be me time, but maybe it’s something good.
She reached for her phone and opened the notification.
It’s Dylan. Again. He messages her all the time.
The result is usually the same. He says hello, wants more, then she says that she’s with someone else. But he is persistent. Kind of like how Kevin is about work.
She read the message aloud.
Hey beautiful.
She poured another glass and pondered. The bath bomb was beautiful. Surely, Kevin wouldn’t be home to see it.
She held up the wine glass and noticed how it had a slightly blue tint from the bath bomb. It made the wine have a lilac tone. Her favorite.
