The Shaving IncidentA Chapter by MelissaShe stood in the bathtub with no previous recollection of having arrived there, tears tripping silently down her face. She attempted to quell the trembling that made its way through her body: the pink flower bathtub decals were firmly beneath her feet, her fists clenched the bottom of her yellow cotton shorts, and her breath staggered with each sharp intake.
He possessed a quiet regality as he stood at the mirror each morning, scrapping away the whipped cream with the plastic orange instrument she now held in her hand. She had wanted to know what it would be like to be her father, if only for a fleeting, painful moment. © 2009 MelissaFeatured Review
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