November 19: Flash Fiction Challenge
November 19, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that glorifies a toilet. Capture the marvel and status and love for a contraption we’d rather not mention.
I am old enough to remember sitting on an outdoor toilet, or privy as some people call them.
How dark it was in Winter, with spiders lurking, patiently waiting to drop on your head while you spent a penny.
If you go back far enough in time, hardly anyone had indoor plumbing. The age of an outdoor water pump and a tin bath in front of the fire. Just one bath full of warm water for everyone on the family to use.
I often used to wonder if the last person came out dirtier than when they went in!
© Jaye Marie 2020
Great story! I spent part of the year with a privy while growing up. Spiders were constant visitors!
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This is probably why I’m the only one in the family who can handle them…
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I like my basement privy with its lurking spider for company. I laughed at the last thought. Seems the final person to the tub would get more grime than warm water.
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Thank God those days have passed!
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