Photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who is also the Friday Fictioneer Chairwoman of the Board.
As we know, provided there’s an adequate amount, water puts out fire.
In this case, water increased the fire and the fire was put out by something else.
The sound of running water.
Jake stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around his beautiful bride of three weeks.
More running water.
Laura’s hot, soapy skin caressed him as he turned her around, raised her arms above her head by the wrists, and pressed her against the tiles. Hot water cascaded between them. His breathing got heavier, passion and ecstasy about to burst.
A trickle and two splashes.
Awww …. NO!
A tiny girl’s voice emanated from the other side of the shower curtain. “Daddy, wipe me. I’m finished.”
Even newly married, the life of a single dad continued.