Toilet Respite

He sat in the toilet. It was the one place nobody else would follow thankfully. The lightbulb and air-vent operated via the same switch illuminating his chamber and leveling out external noise. As he rested, his wandering thoughts were protected by the rain slapping the small window.

Now, you would think it strange for a man to find comfort on a toilet seat and yet for him it is a momentary sanctuary from the outside world. He chuckled at silly thoughts he had no time to previously indulge. Entertaining the unique madness which belonged only to him, and before he finished what he had set to do he reached out to read at least a page from a Scottish poetry book underneath the water basin…

B. L. Crisp