Drop The Soap Romane & Geschichten

She was gone anyway and her greatest secret lay in a crumpled piece of paper under my bed. I took the sponge from its holster before squirting out pleasantly scented liquid soap from a plastic bottle. My mother never bought anything detergent, she beloved it would irritate and make our skin peal and burn. The soap foams generously, creating large amounts of sweetly smelling lather with just a few scrubs. I scrub on the plates in circular motions, hoping to get over with the chore quicker. I scrubbed to fast, accidentally splashing the soapy water on my clothes.

He stood at the gap, his wide shoulders blocking the view of the pedestrians. I sighed and stripped. I pulled the white shirt off, then the trousers. I stood naked in the biting air. I grabbed the cloth and dunked it into the barrel. The water was freezing. It felt like a thousand needles piercing my skin the second the cloth touched my chest. I scrubbed hard. My skin turned a raw, angry red. I knew no amount of scrubbing would easily take the fragrance off. It was oil-based. It was designed to last. Only real soap would do it, and I didn't have any.

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Drop the saws, Zilo! Tell the mechanicals to stand down before you tear the lungs out of this mountain!" Sofia’s voice tore through the screeching of grinding metal and the groaning of ancient timber. She stood at the edge of the decimated grove, her boots caked in a mixture of black mud and shimmering violet sap. She was leaning heavily on Nomo, her face a mask of exhaustion, yet her eyes burned with a clarity that silenced the nearby soldiers.

Andrew pulled out a little carton from the bag. He dropped it on the bed, standing. Next was an ice pack and then,He pulled out a bottle of gooey brown substance as he immediately dropped it beside the cartoon. Sophia's eyes widened. What was there? What was he doing with them? What was his intention? Andrew had now dropped there and stood to pull off his socks and his shirt. He was now unclad, just the way he was brought into this world. He knelt down as he leaned into her abdomen.

"I was also high and drunk and I guess I took the pad off thinking that I was off.And I got blood all over it" "Oh,that's just nasty" "I know and I'm so sorry,Sophia,I'll buy you another one" "You better because I loved those leggings.So,where are they now?" Sophia asked as she crossed her arms "In the garbage because the blood was on the white instead and I couldn't get it all out.And the bleach made it worse because it also got on the colored side.So,I threw them away" "Oh my lord!" Sophia said shaking her head. "Remind me to keep my clothes away from you when you're on your period and having one of those getting high and drunk days"

Doris fell into deep thought, her mother also has HIV, the disease cannot be cured, there is only one way to die, it is only a matter of time, now she too, what should they do this. Calliope says that Riffen can also have this disease, but Doris doesn't believe it because she fully understands how much Riffen hates Calliope, the relationship between a man and a woman is completely impossible between them. When Doris looked up at Calliope, she had already left without realizing it, Doris was left quietly alone, she quickly returned to her place and waited for Riffen. The special thing is that on the sleeve of her white shirt there is still a red color, even if it is wiped away, it is difficul

Scents that were meant to comfort. But Sophia didn’t react. She sat in the tub as Carla washed her, the warm water running over her skin. Carla lathered her body with gentle strokes, using the most fragrant soaps and perfumes she could find, as if she could somehow wash away the horrors of the night. But even as the dirt and sweat were scrubbed away, the pain remained. Even after she was dried off and dressed in fresh, soft pajamas, the emptiness in her eyes didn’t fade.

His voice trembled as he choked out, “Hazel, I replanted the Scottish ones you loved. I fixed the toy you gave me and even found the note you left. Alisa lost the baby, and I got a vasectomy. I remembered what I promised you. Can we not go through with this? Please…” I smiled at him and shook my head. Sam’s breath caught. His voice broke as he begged, “Hazel, it was a mistake any man could make. I swear, I’ll never do it again. Why can’t you forgive me? That day at the studio, I didn’t know you could see again…” The wind picked up, making me tuck my hair behind my ear. I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “My vision didn’t come back that day, Sam. It came back earlier.”

He pulls his fingers out and wraps his arms around me. For a moment, we stay still, letting the drops of water splatter off our skin and trickle down our bodies. Only the sound of the shower fills the air. Then Shawn states the obvious. "You dropped the soap." I chuckle. "I know." It's his fault. If he had only behaved, I would have been able to finish washing him. I guess I still have to do that. I kneel down to pick up the soap. I manage to get my fingers around it, but as I'm about to stand up, I make the mistake of lifting my head first. The sight in front of me immediately distracts me.

I walk back towards her desk, taking a seat and placing the now filled cup on a small medical tray. Sophia takes a PH test strip before dapping it into the cup…her eyes watching keenly for the result. I have no idea what she is looking for, what colour it may turn but as she pulls the strip out and places it under the desk light…a sigh escapes her. “Positive.” She declares as she places the test down and rips her surgical gloves off. “I need you to terminate it.” I coldly respond, the sooner the better. I needed this nightmare to be over with.