quiet rain.

bubble, colorful, rainbow

You always leave your vanilla-scented soap on the soap dish filled with water, but I don’t tell you how expensive it is. “Just drain the water,” I say.

“Leave it be. Let the room smell like flowers.”

A few weeks after when I enter the quiet house, holding a plastic bag with 12 boxes of your soap, the only sound I can hear is the shower’s rain. I knock on the door once, but you don’t answer until the blaring sound of the ambulance amputates my heart.

At 73, I should say how time flies too fast. And I don’t forget to place your soap in the soap dish filled with water.


WORD COUNT: 112

Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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