(Author’s note: Doing something dangerous. Took off my splint and am writing this properly. Putting splint back on after it’s done, but so far…no problems. Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers…just for all y’all.)
© The Court Jester of Friday Fictioneers, Russell Gayer
Skating
by Miles H. Rost
Running from the frozen lake, Brian Gerlach saw the open shed and the toilet.
“Brian, come on! We’ve only got another hour before our moms call us for dinner.”
“But I really gotta go!”
“Fine, but you’re on your own!”
He didn’t need their help. He’d use the toilet and get back to skating. It was winter after all.
He sat down on the snow-colored commode and did his business. He tried to stand up, but his behind wouldn’t budge.
Worse yet, the water around his skates had since frozen up.
He cried for help, worried that it wouldn’t come.
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We’ve all been there!
That would be horribly embarrassing.
I knew what was coming, but still made me laugh!
Oh dear…. quite the predicament! Much worse than a tongue on a pole…
Imagine the humilation! He’ll forever be the boy frozen to the loo. Awful. Well writtne tale
Oh dear. I hope he doesn’t get frostbite…uncomfortably funny, Miles!
Ha, great take on the prompt.
Goodness, He became enthroned on his throne. Love your take!
You see, he now needs copious amount of water, which he will drink, and hence, generate sufficient warm pee to melt the ice. Simple 🙂
He’s in an unfortunate situation. Hope someone shows up to help him (up). Good story!
every young lad’s nightmare
Big belly laugh. Thanks 🙂
OMG! I wonder the damage that will result in the end!
The end evoked a rainbow of emotions. Great write.
Frozen feet and cheeks good story but mean friend.