the love flush

The toilet sat alone in the bathroom with all the other toilets. Although there were so many of her kind around her, she was always alone. She was a new toilet, and the older toilets were already friends with each other, sharing water and flush tactics; they had no need for another friend, and so toilet found herself lonely. What made the other toilets despise her perhaps more was that, because of her shiny appearance, she had more people sit on her. This resulted in tension and jealousy between all the toilets. Soon she had been used so much that she was no longer shiny, her flush was no longer flawless, and the water sprayed everywhere.

She sat alone with NOONE to sit on her for many days, until finally a human arrived, holding a device with a small yellow ghost flashing on the screen. As I watched from my handle, they took a photo of me and the cubicle, and in that moment I felt a rush of completeness. I had found someone who could love me for who I was, shine or no shine, quiet or loud flush. I felt him whisper to me - 'my names snapchat, could I get the name of a beautiful toilet like you?'

'My name...is toilet,' I replied in a shaky gurgle, my porcelains surface gleaming in a white blush. 'Toilet, what a beautiful name,' he said, 'I will do something which will allow us to be together forever.'

Without a warning, he disappeared, and the hopelessness returned, stronger than ever. 'sTUPId pHOnE!' yelled a voice, and snapchat was thrown to the ground. the toilet door closed and that yellow screen returned. i knew I would never be able to leave snapchat, and I was so glad that I had found someone prepared to never leave me.

'Oh toi-' sighed snapchat, but he was cut short as the screen blackened. The last thing I saw was a red battery flashing on the screen.