The Shower
As saunter walked through the front door he thought to himself, another day
done at the transmission shop. Saunter liked the naked image in the mirror, but then again, he'd always been conceited when it came to himself. Walking across the marble floor, the coolness of the tile felt good to his bare feet.
End Of Flash Fiction 55
continuing :
Turning the shower on leaning against the marble tile he begins thinking of Regan realizing it's getting later by the minute Saunter washes his hair rinces and out he goes headed to the bedroom just down the hall. Choosing his Black Levi 501s fit snug around his hips like he liked em his burnt orange shirt was loose around his chest his arm sleeves rolled up showing the tattoo dedicated to his mother.
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