Soap

Five times a day, he had heard.

Wash them five times a day.

His hands trembled as he reached out for the soap.

Religiously, he would follow the regime. 

The process. The method. On time. Every time.

Lather, Rinse, Repeat. 

He would wash his hands of dirt. And muck. And all those disgusting little bacteria that would keep crawling on his skin. All the time.

He let the warm water flow through his frail fingers.

So dirty.

"They make me so dirty". He would think every time he would wash his hands. All of them. They are responsible for this dirt on my hands.

They would always make the mess. And he would always clean it up. On time. Every time.

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.