Desperate Measures

Marge had seen bathrooms of all kinds all over the world. There were the ones on a train in China with only two foot shaped stands and an oblong hole in the floor. There was one in France that sprayed your tush if you pressed a button. She would even count bushes alongside the road. This took the cake.

“Are you sure it’s hooked up?” Marge asked Sally.

“Well, there’s no water, but there’s a pit under it. It’s better than your flooded apartment.”

“Alright, but can we do something about the cows watching?”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: What’s His Name

Breadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit