101 Word Fiction - 006
The showerhead sputtered a few times before the water pressure built to a steady stream. Water struck the floor and he shuddered as a cold mist hit his feet and shins. He knew he’d have to wait. This was a game he was accustomed to. He reflected on his day, a very busy one, as he waited for the water to warm. He eased his toe into the stream. It was steaming hot! Wonderful! He hadn’t enjoyed HOT water in ages. It was a shame, he thought, to have to waste such gloriously hot water washing this blood from his hands.
© Bernard Klinke 2009
