A close encounter of the bathroom kind
I owe the idea of this story partly to HannahEccles, as we were discussing it one day in the classroom. Now I've finally got around to writing it. Ususally I go more for original poetry, but, what the hell. Hannah, this ones for you. P.S: There's a few clues along the way to who it is. P.P.S: Have a nice day.
An exotic perfume filled the air. Candles winked and guttered on the edge of the marble surround. Glistening, opulescent bubbles popped and shifted as more water was added to the brimming tub.
A rustle indicated the dropping of a bathrobe and a stifled ouch proclaimed the bather to have dipped a toe in the water.
A pale, toastrack form slipped into the bath, leaving only the knees protruding above the water. Soap appeared, bobbed and resurfaced. It was grasped firmly and slipped over a bare hairless chest; then passed over the rest of the body. Body done, the bather attended to the hair. Cropped, jet- black hair.
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A hand groped for the chain. Found, it was pulled. The plughole sucked and the rusty pipes clanged as the water raced through them.
Then, an 'ow'. Then another. Then a scream. The plughole sucked harder. The pale skinny form was pulled in slowly but surely, inch by agonising inch, until only a head extended from the hole. Further screams ensued, as the pressure behind the hole increased. A sudden slurp, and the head disappeared altogether. 'Sir?' A puzzled voice inquired at the door. 'Sir?'
But it was too late.
Vetinari had gone down the plughole.
Reviews v.v.v.v. welcome, and please look at some of my other work. Also, ideas for an extra chapter to this fic are greatly appreciated. Flames, however, I will print and use to wipe my arse with. No offence meant.
I owe the idea of this story partly to HannahEccles, as we were discussing it one day in the classroom. Now I've finally got around to writing it. Ususally I go more for original poetry, but, what the hell. Hannah, this ones for you. P.S: There's a few clues along the way to who it is. P.P.S: Have a nice day.
An exotic perfume filled the air. Candles winked and guttered on the edge of the marble surround. Glistening, opulescent bubbles popped and shifted as more water was added to the brimming tub.
A rustle indicated the dropping of a bathrobe and a stifled ouch proclaimed the bather to have dipped a toe in the water.
A pale, toastrack form slipped into the bath, leaving only the knees protruding above the water. Soap appeared, bobbed and resurfaced. It was grasped firmly and slipped over a bare hairless chest; then passed over the rest of the body. Body done, the bather attended to the hair. Cropped, jet- black hair.
***
A hand groped for the chain. Found, it was pulled. The plughole sucked and the rusty pipes clanged as the water raced through them.
Then, an 'ow'. Then another. Then a scream. The plughole sucked harder. The pale skinny form was pulled in slowly but surely, inch by agonising inch, until only a head extended from the hole. Further screams ensued, as the pressure behind the hole increased. A sudden slurp, and the head disappeared altogether. 'Sir?' A puzzled voice inquired at the door. 'Sir?'
But it was too late.
Vetinari had gone down the plughole.
Reviews v.v.v.v. welcome, and please look at some of my other work. Also, ideas for an extra chapter to this fic are greatly appreciated. Flames, however, I will print and use to wipe my arse with. No offence meant.