5: 05: 46 pm
The solitary shower stood in silence, waiting. The row of neatly arranged toiletries waited in another corner. A wet bottle of shampoo, the foamy soap, and the bath scrub. The innocuous water bustled within the bathtub making a silent music, a music that was uncommonly pleasant to hear.
POP. POP. POP.
One tiny bubble. POP.
Another tiny bubble. POP.
Somewhere in the background, a faint music arose and died. Arose and died again.
5: 27: 09 pm
The shower heard blunt knocks on its door. For half a minute. And then again. Thud! Thud! Thud!
A listless arm covered in foam lay next to the tub.
The blood eventually mingling with the overflowing water and then into the drain.
5: 29: 24 pm
Outside the window, loud sirens came to a halt.
This fictional piece from August 20,2010 was written for a prompt : Write a first person piece about describing a shower or eating a dinner- without a PERSONAL PRONOUN.