(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.)
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.