Possum sat on the edge of the tub as it filled with water, smoking. His wet clothes in a pile at his feet. He flicked his ashes, towards the toilet bowl, missing completely. The water had risen past the ring of filth and dirt, so Possum turned the taps off and slid in.
Earlier that morning, when he was getting ready for work, he’d thought he was coming down with a cold, and wondered if he could get away with taking a day off sick.
Now, his knees against the faucet, and his head submerged, he began to feel better.