Bridget 100WC | Week 34

A rush of green air burst into the hall. My nose sucked it up like a vacuum cleaner.

“Ow, Sophie next time you go to the toilet can you put a skunk in there? It would probably smell waaaaaaaay better” I screech, scrunching up my face.

“Oh, toughen up you little baby”

Head down, nose blocked, I charge into the toilet.

I look down into the toilet bowl looking at what disaster had hit the air. The water swished around slowly… at first. It just wouldn’t stop. I kept on pushing the flush button but it just made it worse. The water kept gushing out until it was to the tip top. Just as it was at the edge of the ledge a single drip fell onto my toe.

“Few, it stopped.” But it hadn’t. The light fell of the roof and plunged into the toilet covering me in toilet water.

Bridget 100WC | Week 34

I clutch tightly onto the rails that stick out of the cracked concrete ledge overhanging a rapid rush of water. The deafening sound of tumbling water bursts into my ears making me explode with extraordinary vibes like someone hitting a piñata full of happiness. I stare forward. The water just kept gushing out of the rusted pipes. I can feel the sprinkle of the water spraying at me. Imagine being those pipes, all the weight on your shoulders. The city, the lake relies on you. People avoid you, get scared around you but at the same time you're their hero.