I love my old outdoor toilet. It’s one of those proper old ones, you know with the cistern high up and a chain you can properly pull down. Only trouble is each time you yank it, the damn toilet takes you off to a different time in history.
I kid you not, I’m the man who took a dump and discovered he had a time machine!
Only yesterday I came out, having completed the Times crossword, to find myself in Ancient Egypt. Hell of a night though, which explains the dodgy gut this morning. Had to yank the chain hard a few times before I flushed everything away.
Now I’ve found myself in Stalingrad, during the World War Two siege. It’s damn cold and there’s not much to eat. I’m worried I might get constipated, which really won’t do as the wife hasn’t seen me in a year now.
For the ongoing “Forever” challenge in the Flash Fiction group.