Soap and water

“Let the plug out, Michael,” mum would say.

My brother would groan. He enjoyed the splashing; drenching mum as she knelt by the side of the tub, flannel in hand and a tired look upon her brow.

“Michael, I won’t ask you again,” she would say next. It would always be me. I was the older of the two so I constantly got the tap end. It wasn’t so bad though – mum couldn’t reach with me with the soap.

The third and final call would be the same every time. “Michael,” she’d snap, “don’t make me call your father.”


This piece was written for Friday Fictioneers. A group of writers aiming to fulfil the promise of writing 100 words against a weekly prompt. You can find the prompt over at Rochelle’s blog. Go on, take a look.

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20 thoughts on “Soap and water

  1. A lovely little snippet of memory. No one ever wants the tap end – all baths should have the taps in the middle. (A very minor point – the word ‘always’ jumped out at me – I think you’ve got quite a lot of them in there.)

  2. The tired mother…disobedient children…threat to call the father….I see a woman whose life was not under her control…Not sure if you want to convey that message but thats what I see very clearly.

  3. Perfect! And yes, I heard a lot of “wait til your father gets home!!!!” Or my mother would call me by my full name — look out.
    Love your take on the prompt!

  4. I had to laugh at the escape from the soap, but that threat with the father… brings back not so great memories. I wonder if younger mothers still do this? I hope not…Great take on the prompt.

  5. “Don’t make me call your father!” A universal refrain heard somewhere round the world at any given time of the day/night.

    Nice story, a little slice of life.

  6. A touching picture of a familiar domestic moment, but the mother’s fatigue lingers in the mind as a discordant note. The narrator is oblivious to the significance of it, but it comes through your story. Nice touch.

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