A shower

The hot sticky afternoon followed a still and stale morning. She stood under the showerhead hoping that water would wash away the layer of stubborn oiliness on her skin. She turned the faucet. Cool warm water fell on her so gently and harmlessly, she felt it dig deep into her skin finding its way to her blood and bones.

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