Willow, at http://magpietales.blogspot.com
hosts a weekly writing prompt.
Using the below photo
write a vignette or poem
Sandy's beautifully red painted toes were getting pruney and the bubbles were all but gone. The water was now cold, despite the rising heat of her anger. He wasn't coming. He wasn't going to celebrate her birthday in the tub of bubbles with her-two slick bodies rubbing together in the perfect birthday gift.
He said he was working late and would try to be home by 8. A quick glance at the clock told her he was more than late, he was a no- show, again. It wasn't enough that she had shed those extra pounds she had put on,it wasn't enough that she had revamped her wardrobe or cut back her work hours, he was somewhere else and probably with someone else. The lingering candlelight flickered on the wall like a message written by some ancient Goddess--It isn't you,it's him
She raised her toes to the faucet and thought of the old TV show where Lucy gets her big toe stuck in the spout...and for a second, Sandy forgot her hurt and anger and laughed. But she had no Ricky Ricardo. She had a lying,cheating son-of-a -bitch. So instead she lifted the lever to drain the tub,knowing she would have to pull the plug on this marriage,too.
magpie tale of fiction #28