
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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