you rang me

Tonto had just been in there, cleaning and scrubbing, charging the fabric of the place. Maybe its selfish that Albert never told him what happened after his frenetic cleaning episodes, dancing and cleansing, beckoning a molten black universe, treacle and rainbows to gush out of the shower head. He worried that by telling Tonto of the splendour that he called forth, it might stop, it might never happen again. Albert could not let that happen.

He waited until Tonto left to go to work at the old cinema. Sitting patiently with palms on knees, Albert basked in anticipation. Every movement and motion from this point on was imbued with purpose, the last strawberry in the world. the last kiss before something different, more than likely never to happen again.

The door came level with the plain of the wall with a wet metal click, he gently slid the brass lock into the door frame, and turned to face the shower. The charge building in his stomach, goose pimples and cold air floated invisibly in the damp room. One by one he methodically removed his clothes and folded them up in the corner. Taking the small pink plastic bag from his trouser pocket and placing it by the sink.

The molded fibre glass bath creaked as it took his weight. He was hardly breathing. Slowly twisting the plastic gage to its hottest setting. Switching it on.

gloss black beads began to swell from each pore of the showers head, shining and slick. Eyes watering taking deep slow breath, savouring the smell of Jiff, bleach and petrol. A wet super nova was born all over his face. Every colour that ever lived and a few that had yet to.Tears streamed down his cheeks, he pissed himself and fell to his knees. Closing his eyes at this point, hoping to avoid the complete lack of spacial awareness as the bath filled with warm black fluid. Lying back, still, eyes closed in the inch or so of darkness that was slowly filling the bath. He let the black run through his fingers, viscous and warm. Everywhere around him droplets were sucked from above into the bath bursting and blooming with colours as they became one with the whole. A fruit fly lay beside him on the surface, reached orgasm and disappeared like a pebble. Drip by drop it enveloped him. He didn't know this was the end, if he had he would have been happy.