flash fiction 05

Out of habit and the nature of her mind, she counted the tiles of grout aligned imperfectly against the bathroom walls cascaded along the brim of the ivory bathtub. Her milk-white skin a contrast to her brothers tan. “Is your waist getting smaller?” Their eyes met briefly, he hid behind a wide smile. She smiled in kind, “thank you brother.” His chest was soft, inviting against her cheek, his hands tight on her shoulder, “I love you cya, I will help you through this, even if it kills me.” Or if it kills the both of them, he would escape with her.


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