Gently, slowly and full of hesitation I poked my head around the bathroom door. I saw scrawny green skinned fingers reaching out of the once pink toilet, now tiled white. Spread across the floor around it was blood licking up the bottom of the toilet in the way that flames climb trees, my mothers glasses were resting near.
I was scared of the matter. What would I do? There was no where else to pee. And now without my Mum to stand guard and watch by, my genitals would be hers. The toilet monsters...
They would have a long feast on a 12metre tube and two crunchy meatballs the size of the moon. What would I do... Where would I run... I wonder... could I stay at my nans for a bit?!
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