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He shuts the door with a small slam in the languid heat and turns on the tap over the bath as he pulls off his tie and dumps his clothes on the floor. He pours in some lemon and herb stuff, a refreshing hint wafting through the warm yet cooling waters as a multitude of bubbles form, translucent opals reflecting the lights. He turns on the radio at full blast and clambers in, the water swelling at the bath sides at the blare of rock music...
She wanders the house aimlessly and pauses at the bathroom, she digs out of the cupboard a bottle of gluggy liquid that smells of roses and potpurri, a smell of childhood innocence when all was sweet with the world and faeries played at the bottom of her gradmothers garden. She shakes it a little and drizzles the liquid out slowly as the water tumbles into the tub, watching it swirl in the torrential water fall and transform into glistening pearl bubbles, transparent and airy they crackle softly in the quiet as she slides cautiously into the water...
He sinks his head beneath the surface letting the water caress his face, soak his hair, and let the worries and heat ebb away. He rises to catch breath, a gulp of herby bubbles tickle at his nose and he tries to paw them away but they just cluster to his eyes and lips again. He sinks down again to wash them off, eyes shut to the water as it bubbles up his nose and he rises again, trying not to sneeze and send the bubbles around him flying. He looks around a little and spies a rubber duck by the side and he leans over to grab it dropping it with a plop into the water where it becomes obscured by bubbles, drowned in frothy seas...
She caresses her arms with the frothy bubbles, carefully pushing them up and around her till she is covered in the glittering jewels, a sea of bubbles lies before her eyes as she lets her arms drift to her side. After a while she turns a little and reaches out gropingly. One by one she plucks three bright yellow rubber fish from the side of the bath and sets them afloat in the water. They stand straight for only the slightest time before toppling to one side, as though they had died. She fills their insides with water by squeezing them under the surface and they bob more randomly, akwardly beneath the surface, a little more like they are feeding than swimming, but at least they look less morbid...
He leans over and grabs hold of the soap and begins to scrub himself down and the bubbles are vanquished rapidly in cracks and hisses as the 6'o'clock news sounds on his radio. He pulls off a corner of the soft soap and hurls it at the rubber duck and hits it square on the head, he smiles remembering times when they'd clamber up trees and pull off the conkers from the branches and aim them at the neighbours cat that would soon screech and vanish and they'd be left to talk a little or look for new targets. The duck groans a little and topples sideways in the now clear water and he finishes soaping himself before sinking down and letting to soap ebb away in the bubble free, but cloudy water...
She picks up a couple of pearly balls from the side and wets them and squeezes them, wets them and squeezes them till the burst spraying aromatic oils across her chest. She massages the pungent oil into her breasts and then sinks down and watches the water take on an oily film as she curls on her side then and lays out the fish across her thigh in a row, lined up and looking at her, as her mind wanders off almost to sleep as she listens to the rain falling steadily outside the window pane, a soft steady drumming and she smiles at its comforting sounds...
He sits up a little and washes away the excess soap that still clings to him and he clambers out and pulls at his towel and scrubs away at the water. It's starting to rain now and he wanders out with his towel wrapped around his waist and closes up the windows and takes out the bucket to put under the leak in the ceiling. He wanders back then to pull out the plug and watch the water gurgle down the drain as the kettle boils to make himself a coffee...
She sighs a little as her skin shrivels up like a prune and the waters quite cold now so she shrugs it all off and finally sits up, then stands up, then stretches out to put down a bathmat and step out of the tub, she takes out the plug and watches the fish run to the drain and get sucked into it to block the waters exit, she smiles and shrugs and pulls them out and puts them back on the side, a couple of bubbles still clinging to the now empty bath. She slowly dries herself and dresses again and folds up her wet stringy hair and wanders back outside and puts on the kettle...
