Month: November 2017

Look ma’ it flushes

When I was a kid, I lived in a very rural community. In fact, I can still remember having to go to the outhouse even on cold winter days. I also remember the day Dad installed our first toilet.

Although the toilet came with instructions on how to install it, there were no directions on how to use it. I used to sit on the seat with the tank at my chest, as if riding a bicycle.

My friend Ricky nearly burst when I showed him our new toilet. He was like “You are sitting on it wrong; backwards actually!

I had to write two stories based on the prompt this week. Just something about a good toilet picture, brings back memories from my weird childhood I guess.

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PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

 

 

 

 

 

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The Techno-Crapper 2000

Harvey Winston ran his business for years before going public, so when he attended his first board of directors meeting, he was in dismay.

The engineer displayed the latest in office technology, the Techno Toilet.

“The toilet is fully automatic, it flushes automatically. A warm stream of water cleans you. Instead of staring at a stall door, a LCD screen scrolls out the latest stock information.” As he babbled on, he noticed Harvey had disappeared from the room.

Harvey was found sitting on an old toilet in an abandoned shed.

“I don’t need a Techno-Crapper, this one suits me fine!”

This little tale of too much technology is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

epitaph

In Canada, on November 11 we celebrate Remembrance Day  to remember those who fought to keep this country safe. This is my tribute to those whose battles only begin on the battlefield. I have linked up to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers .

The house went up quickly

they said it was old

not unlike the man outside

lying dead in the cold.

People walked past him

lying still on the ground

but I stopped 

and looked down.

his clothes were tattered

and torn

a patch on his shoulder

 looked like a flag

he must have been proud to have worn.

The preacher said he fought in two wars

But his battle was home

 nowhere to go

he lived alone.

Depressed and tortured

He set fire to paper

And it caught in the wood

And burned him and his memories

Away for good.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 

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