The Widow

She stares down at the cool clear
Water filling the gleaming white porcelain tub.
It almost glimmers as it reflects the lights.
Months have passed since he’s been gone
Lost at sea one foggy night.

“Fell overboard, legs got caught in the seaweed.
His boat went on without him.”
The fisherman said.

The water spilled over the lip of the tub
overflowing onto the black and white tiles-
Pooling around her feet.
She steps in and lays back sending streams rushing out around her.
That tap still running-
In her mind mimicking the “roaring” of the ocean.

“Yes ma’am, his body washed up on the rocks not far from the docks.
Poor soul-
Didn’t stand a chance when that storm blew in.”

She doesn’t know how much more of this she can take.
How she will go through life without him.
The water is under her chin-
taking a deep breath she submerges herself.
Letting out a breath-
A bubble floats up to the surface…
She wonders at how easy it would be to let it all out.
She empty’s her lungs and waits for the courage to….

A pounding interrupts her thoughts-
She quickly sits up in the tub and
Gasps for air!
“Mommy! The waters coming out from under the door!
Mommy!”