The Lavatory by Stian P.

One early September day as I was walking my little feisty Jack Russell Terrier, something out of the ordinary happened. Out of the ordinary in a way that would make a grown man take a giant leap back. Anyways! My dog Cat and I did the same thing every single day. You can say we had our routines. Some would say we had perfected it to the point of being crazy.
As we left the main road and entered the city park I felt a sudden urge to take a leak. I knew there was a lavatory in the middle of the park. If I could get Cat to pick up the pace I would make it in time. Cat must have known I was in some sort of trouble because his little feet were hitting the pavement like tiny drumsticks. The lavatory was an old one; it was not very well maintained. The paint had taken to the ground and found its last resting place. Inside there was a leak, the floor was covered with water from one of the toilets. The smell was horrible, even Cat turned its nose. We thought we were alone but we weren’t. I pushed open one of the stall doors and found my self staring into two bloodshot eyes. It was a woman. She was wearing a brown winter coat and nothing else. She didn’t even have shoes on; I could see that her feet had turned blue from standing in the cold water. Cat had been barking all the time while we stared into each other’s eyes. I asked her if she was all right. She just mumbled some sentences that made no sense at all. The distinctive smell of alcohol on her breath led me to believe that she was drunk as a bat. I brought her home with me. Six months later we were married.
The end

(Pavement, lavatory, clouds, smell, alone, coat, drunk,

The words are taken from Sillitoe’s “Uncle Ernest”.)