Sara entered solemnly, cupping her front tooth in her velvety change purse. Daddy had said leave it for the Tooth Fairy, but she’d agitated to ride the ferry to Calais again. Where she’d read the secret sign. Bita found she’d taken the pregnancy test to the ferry wharf. On board, the darlingest little girl, clutching a velvet purse, held the loo door open. Then Bita saw the sign . . . another omen for the queasy five-minute countdown.
Viv’s been waiting her entire five-minute break for the stall. She doesn’t flush the grey hair soon, she’ll fucking set the paper towels on fire.
Image: Laurie Leclair.
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ReplyDeleteOh yes, what a superbly surreal piece..words plucked out of pink flesh bin..love it! Jae
ReplyDeleteWhat a great commentary on three lives in the loo.
ReplyDeleteVery nice! I love it!
ReplyDeleteYou could almost write a whole book about these three! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThree tales in one write...each one could be its own story...nice work
ReplyDeletepink is such a lovely color...
ReplyDeleteGreat work done by analysing the truth abt the story. One can enjoy a leasurely trip with cheap ferries in the three tales.
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