Flash fiction #4: Bath time.

Maria stared into the old bathtub; a pensive smile pinned to her flawless features, and watched the old man drown. Beneath the water, he screamed soundlessly, a deluge of bubbles breaking the surface, as the Lye did its work. He writhed; panic stricken and hapless as his eyes scorched in their sockets and the flesh blistered and boiled from his old bones.

            “Never again,” she assured emotionlessly, turning her back on the tub and the now half gargled sounds of deserved agony. “Never again ... to me or my daughter.”