Throw Paper (The End) (Mediocre Ending)

Helen stared at my hand, outstretched flat. She exhaled softly through her nose, and brought her lips up in a smirk. She raised her closed fist, then pointed directly at the bathroom door.

"Hmmm... Can't fool you, can I?" Helen shrugged her shoulders. "Congrats on the win, all yours. Just don't take too long, I really want to get clean too."

"Right." I nodded, the thoughts of the earlier mutual shower now quickly dissipating. I crossed to the bathroom, and looked back to where Helen was now heating herself by the fire, enjoying the slightly flickering flames that leapt from the newsprint and kindling.

I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast, enjoying the steam that billowed from the wrap around curtain. Hot showers were always a pleasure I fully enjoyed. Once you go without them for a few months, it's amazing how much such a simple pleasure can elevate your spirits. I noted the slight aches through my body as I stripped off the last of my clothing, and pulled the curtain to the side.

The warm water was quite pleasant, and I listened to the soft sound of feminine conversation outside. This is exactly what I needed after a bit of exercise I wasn't quite used to. The aches seemed to settle into my bones, and all I really wanted to do was just clamber out, take a few steps to bed, and pass out. I was so done for the day it was not even funny.

"Hey! You going to be in there all day?" Came the sound of a pounding knock from the door, breaking my reverie, and slightly annoying me. I didn't need to be rushed. This was my vacation dammit, and she was not my fucking mother.

"You Lost! We have a sink if you're that ****."

"It's not for the shower, Brent... and I really don't want to take a..."

"Got it... got it. I'm getting out." I snarled, twisting the handles, and grabbing up a towel. The exit was not as pleasant as I would have liked, and frankly at the moment all I could think of was how nice getting into a bed and getting some sleep would be.

I crossed the small hall, noting that the door to the main room was still closed. The sight of the bed was more than welcoming, and I didn't even bother to drop my towel before faceplanting on it. I could hear the sound of the bathroom door closing behind me, and the shower starting up again before I remember passing out.

The End

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