Once I met a man who loved nothing more than to read in the bath

A Short Story
By Nicola Pilkington

 

Once I met a man who loved nothing more than to read in the bath. Sometimes he would eat there and sleep there too and emerge one-hundred days older in his Benjamin Button skin. Eventually the man who loved to read in the bath disappeared. No one heard of him or knew where he went. Some say the water swallowed him. Others, that he evaporated.  

Every now and then, I sing a little lullaby down the drain.

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