Dear Readers,
We three are trying a bit of something new. A series of vignettes (100 words or less), related or not we have yet to determine, but we hope you enjoy them.
Chapter 1: Adjusting to a New Life
Eggs by BoDucky
The smell of frying eggs wafts through the Shadow Gallery. V looks up, hearing the bedroom door open. Evey shuffles into the room, looking sleepy.
"I've made breakfast."
Evey places a hand over her mouth, making a beeline for the bathroom. She stumbles through the door, half asleep. She was disturbed from her slumber by jarring pains in her abdomen. She is early this month.
Rubbing her eyes, she plops down on to the toilet to release the pressure in her bladder.
She falls through with a shriek, cursing V.
"How many times have I told you to lower the lid!"
Indecision by Belmont-Bellamy
Should he? Shouldn't he? He stood looking, debating, trying to decide. The anxiety of the situation was really getting to him. If he did, she would be furious with him, or at the very least, angry. She did enjoy it so much. If he didn't, well then, he would be frustrated with himself for the rest of the day. After all, he enjoyed it too.
What to do? What to do?
'Oh hell, I'll bring her more bubble bath!'
He dumped the remainder of the bottle in the tub and turned on the water.
Bottles by FreeSpiritedOne
Women must accumulate bottles, thought V as he left the bathroom. How many types of shampoo does one woman need? What makes bubble bath different from body wash which are both different from shampoo? Are they not all soap?
As he passed by the laundry room he noted another congregation of bottles atop the washing machine. Where once there had been all purpose detergent and fabric softener now there were a host of laundry options. Evey had fabric softener, drier sheets, scented bleach, detergent with bleach, without bleach, for delicates, for black clothes…
For black clothes? What a marvelous invention!