My Toilets Are Clogged
Again
My toilets are clogged, and I can’t do anything about it. If I call the local plumber, he’ll tell his wife. She’ll repeat it to Emily during their morning coffee, and from there, it’ll spread everywhere. The whole downtown will know why my toilets got clogged, and that’s not something I’m ready to deal with, not after last Thanksgiving’s adventures.
If I call Paul, the plumber from Shorona, it will be worse. He’ll make fun of the local plumber — again. He’ll say even the neighbors don’t trust the locals to deal with crap. The local plumber will hate me — again, and she’ll tell her husband about it. He’ll repeat it to Ylime during their evening cherry, and from there, it’ll spread everywhere. The whole uptown will know why my toilets got clogged, and that’s not something I’m ready to deal with, not after last Christmas’ adventures.
If I call George, the plumber from Boysfield, it won’t work. George doesn’t know anything about plumbing. The local plumber will make fun of me — again, and he’ll tell her daughter about it. She’ll repeat it to Miley during their afternoon cocoa, and from there, it’ll spread everywhere. The whole midtown will know my toilets are clogged — again, and that’s not something I’m ready to deal with, not after last Easter’s adventures.
If I call Zane, the plumber from Cape Prompt, it will be dramatic. He’ll force me to write in great detail how my toilets got clogged. He’ll forward the email to the local plumber — again. The local plumber will edit my text — again, and she’ll tell her mother about it. She’ll repeat it to Lymie during their zany party, and from there, it’ll spread everywhere. The whole town will know I make typos, and that’s not something I’m ready to deal with, not after my latest submission to Microcosm.
How it started:
I based this story on Zane’s prompt: time to get oddly specific. It also explained Rocky’s accident in the woods. (The original title of the piece was: I Took a Shit in the Woods.)
How it ended:
It got oddly specific.





