Sunday, November 22, 2020

The Throne

"Sure, I can babysit my seven-year-old niece." 

"Thanks, Sis." Pedro grinned, "I'll pick her up by 9 p.m."

The evening was going well until Sarah needed to use the potty.

I took her to the bathroom. She stood there with a dazed look.  I beckoned her to sit on the potty; she squealed and placed her fingers on her parted lips, then moved back n forth. 

Perplexed, I left her alone and stood outside. Time ticked away. 

I peeped in to find that she was seated on the floor and playing peek-a-boo with her reflection on the gold-plated toilet. 


  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that glorifies a toilet.  Go where the prompt leads!fff



Sunday Reflections or Stumbling Towards Happiness by Bill Holland said...

Well, I guess that's harmless enough, right? lol Anything that keeps them occupied is all right by me. :)

Ruchira Khanna said...

True Bill :)
Thanks for stopping by.

D. Avery said...

Ha! Somewhere between Narcissus and Midas, this girl. I am content with porcelain.

CharliMills said...

I find a golden pooping throne more strange than an outhouse! I like your humorous take on the prompt, Ruchira!

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