This is a short horror story I wrote during a dark psychological period. The spring is warm, the snow is melting, and the flowers are blooming. This woman was sitting on the edge of the tub, and I suddenly had the urge to drown her in the tub. Suddenly I sneered twice - maybe many years later my son will have the same impulse when he sees me sitting on the edge of the bathtub, just like I do now; maybe I will be killed by my son like this. I glanced sideways at the water in the bathtub. It was a shallow layer, only one or two fingers deep, which was not enough to drown a person. My crazy idea died as quickly as it was born. My mother noticed the murderous look in my eyes just now, shuddered, realized that she had violated a taboo, and immediately moved away from the bathtub.
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