“What started off as a routine trip to the dumpster, quickly became otherworldly. The street was bathed in fading light, street lamps just coming on. Then right before my very eyes, this guy across the street blurred, and disappeared into oblivion. No amount of rethinking, rapid blinking, or telling myself he was never there can convince me I didn’t see him.”
Or maybe that’s just the best excuse I can come up with to explain why I dropped the trash bag mid stride, and ran like hell to get back inside.
After all, my IBS is nobody’s business but mine.
Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers, and Go Dog Go Cafe’s Prompt Phrase: Fading light
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Wonderful piece. And thank you for giving me my first good chuckle of the day! 🙂
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I aim to please, Crispina! Glad you liked it.
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Indeed, 🙂
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Wonderful atmosphere, Violet
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Ok.. I wasn’t going for atmospheric, but if you say so Neil!
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Well, Violet, when you’ve got to go you’ve got to go! Regardless of the reason! Good write.
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Thank you , Tom. It was where my mind went when I saw that discarded trash bag..
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IBS could make for a good Terrible Poetry subject.
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I agree.. And when Chelsea surfaces after the holiday, we should suggest it! hahaha
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Urk. The latest in a long line of excuses, no doubt. I’d hate to suffer from that.
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No kidding, huh? Thanks for dropping in to comment.
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Oh, yeah — that moment between a skipped heart-beat and the sudden pounding of fear. Been there and done that on more than one occassion. Never gets old.
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That moment when you realize being a control freak just might not be enough.. Thanks Tom!
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You’ve done a great job incorporating several elements of the photo prompt into your story. IBS is no laughing matter, but this tale is clever and witty.
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A lttle borderline bathroom humor never hurt anyone.. Thanks for dropping in to comment!
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You’re welcome!
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That is a wonderful excuse and is a bit wasted on the condition. Great write.
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Feel free to file it away for future use!
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Hahahaha! Yes! I remember I was overly imaginative when I was young and scared myself silly sometimes! Thanks for sharing!
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One of the lesser known comforts of growing up.. Thanks, Tien.
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Ha ha – now that is some excuse for urgently needing a loo! 🙂
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And ever so valid! Thanks for dropping in to comment, Sue.
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How clever to combine a ghostly apparition and an attack of IBS in one little story.
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Hmmm.. hadn’t occurred to me, but it is fitting isn’t it? Thanks, Margaret.
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lol great writing you set the atmosphere well 🙂
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Thanks, Kate.
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welcome Violet!
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You could say it scared the sheet out of you 🙂
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So funny, Violet. Love the misdirect 😉
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Thanks, Dale. A little potty humor is never wasted.
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Never! (We all have that kid inside of us who giggles at peepee caca jokes)
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Dear Violet,
Well that one nearly caused me to snort my coffee this morning. Thank you for the morning chuckle. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Nothing quite like a snort in the morning.. you know what I mean… Thanks, Rochelle.
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Yeah, I’d make up a fantastic story too. Excellent use of the unreliable narrator trope… one of my favorite tropes!
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A little potty humor, you know…
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Chortle, chortle.
I don’t think I can comment further without risking a wee faux pas
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I run a liberal house, CE…..
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Aha! Funny 😊
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Thanks, Laurie!
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Something scared you so bad that you did the unthinkable. Ran home and shut the door. Well garbage will be taken care of by the city. Life first, garbage later.
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Abhijit.
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