Flash Fiction: Presence, Part Three

She awakened with a gasp, cold, wet and naked. A grimy shower, faded paint, cigarettes and ashtrays. The old woman was insufferable; always yelling, always angry, always smoking. A wet grip pushed her in the shower stall, then taught her to fear the bathroom. The clammy touch soon invaded all corners and rooms, and often no cigarette would remain lit.

Their battle became a war. A prayer circle came, laying bibles like landmines. She burst a pipe and drenched them.



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