March 11 2014

Writing Attempt: description / show not tell

The skin on her knees stretched and stretched and stretched until they lost all form.

Now they hung with a drape like quality and rippled slightly while she would float in the water. This feeling disturbed her just as much as the sight. But the baths helped. She had spent almost three decades using her body to live off of and now it was fighting back.

In this particular evening soak, she her eyes focused on her breasts. They seemed to be pointing in a new, less buoyant direction.

"Guess I'm not calling you tits anymore." She splashed the tepid water and grabbed her glass off the chair propped next to the tub. It's contents, more tepid than the water, but at least still held some alcohol.

She gripped her toes around the drsin and opened it up, letting a rush of water out. With the free foot, she flipped on the hot tap. The rush of hot and cold made her whole body tingle.

"For all your fucking faults, body, you sure still know how to make me feel good."

She kept the flow of water going as she slipped slowly under the water and towards the spout.
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