|Ooey gooey blue liquid|
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Tide Pool, a Nearly True Love Story
Early that Sunday morning in the darkness of the laundry room, a bold orange jug of detergent, left carelessly on top of the washer, slowly inched its way toward the edge of the vibrating washer. The crash and splattering of gooey blue liquid went unnoticed, as Lilith backed out of the driveway.
Lilith left the house that morning eager to be playing golf with friends. Nearly two years now since her husband’s death, she felt the cobwebs and heartache receding. Earlier in the summer she and Tom were matched up in a weekend couples event. She looked forward to seeing him again. Even though he’d suggested several times that they go out for dinner, Lilith excused herself saying she had family plans.
On the golf course, she felt the summer sun, penetrating her palewhite skin, restoring color to her life. Chuckling from time to time at errant golf shots, the day ended in laugher. “Any chance you might want to continue this day with dinner at Charleston’s? We could relax and get better acquainted.” Tom asked.
“That sounds great,” she replied looking at his smile. “Give me an hour to get home and clean up.”
Looking at his watch, he smiled, “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Pulling into the garage feeling rushed, Lilith berated herself. One hour. What was I thinking? I need more time. Out of habit, she dropped her purse on top of the craft table as she walked down the hallway to the master bathroom.
After the warm shower Lilith began to relax slightly, but now standing naked before the mirrors she stared at her aging body. Pulling at her face and chin, she pretended to give herself a face lift. With a little shake of confidence she thought, He’s seen me hot and sweaty on the golf course. What could be worse than that?
Throwing the towel around her body she stepped into her closet and pulled out her Capri’s, then remembered the clean blouses hanging in the laundry room. Without turning on the light, she stepped into the laundry room and felt something cold on her feet. No longer in control of her balance she slipped, one foot kicking the nearly empty bottle of Tide, one arm grabbing then sliding down the rounded edge of the dryer. She felt her hip bounce, her elbows and head bang the floor, but her eyes saw nothing.
The chill of her naked body soaking in a layer of gooey blue Tide woke her from a foggy blur. Her fingers clawed searching for the towel that was slowly soaking up the liquid goo. What on earth happened? She wondered shaking her head. Wiggling and counting body parts Lilith was relieved to know that nothing felt broken.
Now in a scramble to get up, her hands, her knees, and her feet slipped one way then another. “Damn it,” she screamed. In the flopping motions of a frantic swimmer Lilith pulled her slippery blue coated body and towel toward the dry wooden floor in the hallway when suddenly the doorbell rang. Oh, dear God, Tom is here.
**Thank you Story Circle Network for selecting my story of Tide Pool for the 2nd place winner in the Hot Flash Contest.