Written for Short Story Slam
I remember a few years back ‘her indoors’ treated herself to some very special bath oil . She spent some considerable time luxuriating in a mountain of sumptuous bubbles . I popped upstairs to find out how she was enjoying it , and as I entered the bathroom she was climbing out of the tub . There she stood with a big smile on her face , all pink and shiny . She looked so sweet I felt I had to give her hot little body a cuddle . I gave her a squeeze and suddenly she shot out of my arms and hit her head on the ceiling! Ok , a slight exaggeration but she was extremely slippery .She always said she would like to bathe in champagne . I said it would be extremely expensive and the bubbles would probably get up her nose . We compromised one day when I tipped a bottle of sparkling wine into her bathwater .
As for me, I think the ideal soak would be in a bath of red wine . That chap Anonymous once said (and he said an awful lot in his lifetime) ' where there is plenty of wine , sorrow and worry take wing ’. I like that . To sit there in a cheeky little Chateau Branleur with a hint of blackberries and plum , and an aroma reminiscent of balmy summer nights is quite appealing . Actually it would be more like marinating than bathing , and I’d probably emerge looking like a life sized strawberry! So perhaps beer would be a better idea , a well crafted pale ale .
In the meantime I’ll make do with my usual squirt and a half of citrus washing-up liquid , and pretend it’s gin and lime !
Picture; Bath Girl by KarataSana at deviantART