Choose Your Own Ending – Shower Scenario

Hi Everyone,

I’d like you to write an ending for the flash fiction below in three sentences or less. Drop your conclusion in the comments. Feel free to do anything you can imagine in those three sentences.

I was inspired to create this post because I recently finished Paul Tremblay’s Growing Things and Other Stories. In that collection, he has a choose your own adventure narrative called A Haunted House is a Wheel Upon Which Some Are Broken. I’ve also been itching to try writing a tale in the second person, and this seemed like a good opportunity to give it a go.

The Story So Far…

Work was hell. Heaven is returning to an empty apartment to dwell in solitude for the evening. You shower to remove the filth of the day. There were too many mistakes to count. You shower to enjoy the heat and steam. A little pleasure makes the day’s missteps easier to accept. You shower to forget. Not that anyone else will. The water pressure doubles as a massage. It’s one of the few good things about your apartment complex. As you close your eyes and lather up your face with liquid soap, you hear the squeak of the bathroom door opening. No one else has a key to the apartment. A footstep echoes off the tile floor outside the shower. Your heart pounds so hard you worry it might burst from your chest. Leaning forward, you let the stream of water rinse your eyes of soap. You open them to see your black shower curtain blocking your view of the potential intruder. There’s only one option left. You…

Black Shower Curtain

Here are two awesome responses I got on Twitter.

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  1. ..hastily take the bar of soap and whip it at the intruder, along with a loud, high-pitched shriek that you’ve never heard escape from your own lungs before. When the surge of adrenaline finally wears off, you see Charlene, the raven-haired hottie from down the hall, lying on the floor and sobbing in pain. She slowly looks up at you and suddenly you are horrified at the sight of her swollen black left eye oozing with a combination of soap suds and tears. Then you realize she is equally horrified at the sight of your dripping wet body on full display, complete with your shrunken wet man hood. This is Hell. You long for the Heaven of a long work day.

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