http://magpietales.blogspot.com hosts a weekly writing prompt, write a small vignette or poem using the photo below as your inspiration. This is mine. . .
She sighed, and the long soft sound seemed to gain an echo as it hissed its way around the bathroom. She sank further into the warm soapy water and stared up at the skylight above. Huge raindrops splattered against the glass, obscuring the blue sky that had been there just a moment before. It mirrored her mood and her tears begin to flow, running silently down her cheeks to join the bubbles below.
She longed for the days when her tears had been hot, stinging and burning as she sobbed and wailed. At least then there was passion, a sense of release, a notion of emptying herself of all the pent up feeling she struggled with.
Now the gentle tears just oozed from her, she felt nothing but the hot water she was laying in.
She looked down at her toes pressed against the hard white tub and gently nodded to herself. It seemed fitting in this white unfeeling room that she had painted her toenails black.