Welcome back! It’s time for the fourth edition of Third Thursday Flash!
Every three weeks, I craft a 500 to 1,000 word flash piece with a theme suggested by my fantastic blog readers. A theme submission call will come around again in about two weeks if you’d like to participate.
Today’s theme is dedicated to and inspired by…my mom! 🙂 She sent along the following: I was looking forward to a bath in my spa tub, long day, boring conversation. As I leaned over to turn on the fountainhead, I noticed there was a vine growing out of the drain… A bit of a writer herself and an illustrator and designer, my mom definitely struck an idea with this one. So, without further ado, thanks to my mom for inspiring…
Bathe Me Away
Arianna fell back in the tub, the water splashing around her body as she dipped herself low.
“Dear gawwwdddd….” She closed her eyes and pressed the wet cloth over them, the scent of cinnamon candle filling her nose in the tiny apartment bathroom. She’d been looking forward to a bath in the spa tub after a long day at work with her troll of a boss, and as if that hadn’t been enough, her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend called her the moment she got in the car—commencing forty-seven minutes of boring conversation.
I really have to dump that guy. Stat.
“Tomorrow,” she muttered aloud. She frowned and sank deeper under the foaming bubbles. It had been a while since she’d cracked open the lid to the bottle, but she remembered loving the scent when she was a kid. Her mom ran her a bath almost every night of her elementary school years, the gesture accompanied by a dramatic reenactment of the 80s soap commercial.
“Take me away!” Arianna said, giggling. The sound echoed off the tiles. “Seriously, anytime. It’s all a little intense right now.”
Pressing her palm against the washcloth, Arianna shoved her foot on the fountainhead. Her five foot nine inch frame surpassed the length of the tub, so as usual she slipped her calves out of the water to make the most of it.
Maybe a new apartment, too?
Something scratched her calf and Arianna jerked her leg back. She tugged the washcloth off her eyes and examined her skin—no mark. A quick glance across the edge of the tub revealed her childhood paranoia of floating spiders was still not anything she should take seriously.
“Phew,” she breathed. But as soon as she did, something green snaked its way beneath the surface. Arianna swept the bubbles aside. “What the—”
A small vine traced a path from the drain and up the edge of the tub, coiling itself around the fountainhead. Flowers broke from its stem as it spread across the metal and along the rim, and as the vine grew out and down the support legs of the tub, the drain snapped with a loud pop. The plant sucked the water straight out from under Arianna, leaving her shivering.
“You’ll like it here, Arianna.”
The voice bounced off the tiles of the bathroom, belonging to no one she could see and yet continuing in the most melodic of tunes. “Away from it all,” more voices said. Arianna yelped, the vines growing behind her back. She tried to lift herself but they slipped around her ankles, circling them like soft hands. They reached her hips and covered her body, soothing her skin as warmly as the bath water had done moments before, and enough to make her want to melt deeper into it.
“What is going on?” she whispered. She fought for a moment, but the texture felt so warm, so gentle…
The vines grew higher. They traveled up the tile of the bathroom walls and back down the corners of the room. They spread over each other, the flowers covering stems, the stems covering flowers, and the voices chiming in together as Arianna sank into the tub.
“Away, away, away…”
The vines laced themselves into her hair, then caressed her shoulders. They embraced her in foliage as she slipped lower, nothing but green comforting her skin, filling the tub, and overtaking the room before Arianna gasped aloud.
The vines circled her neck and crossed her face, smothering her in the green burst of plant life before it took her away.
Thanks for reading the fourth edition of Third Thursday Flash. We’ll return to The Art of Narrative series on Monday, and in the meantime, have a great weekend! 🙂
October 12th, 2012 at 7:29 am
Another great piece with a deliciously dark ending – I’m noticing a bit of a theme, here. 🙂
October 12th, 2012 at 5:30 pm
Ah, thanks so much, Mike! Me, dark? Whaaaa? 🙂 To be honest, in elementary school, the office called my mother in to discuss my disturbingly dark poetry. Hmmm… Somehow I started writing happy romantic fantasy for a bit there—but don’t worry. I found my roots again. 😉 Dark fantasy it is! As for the compliment, it’s a true honor since I think your work is fabulous! Thanks!
October 12th, 2012 at 8:37 am
You’re prolific, Eva — how do you get it all done! Loved it.
October 12th, 2012 at 5:32 pm
Thanks so much, Jessica! I don’t know, really, but I appreciate the compliment and I’m glad you enjoyed it. You put several fantastic pieces out there yourself, miss! 🙂
October 14th, 2012 at 11:11 am
Sweet!! I love a happy ending. Good job Eva.
October 15th, 2012 at 6:10 am
Thanks, Sue! Glad you enjoyed, and thanks for commenting! 🙂