One Day (A Valentine Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
“One bloody day,” I muttered in irritation as I shoved my walking boots on. I fumbled with the torch on my phone and grabbed my last roll of toilet paper. “Bloody hell.” I’d need to get more when the rest of civilization eventually woke up. Typical, I thought, as I jumped out of the camper van I’d borrowed from my brother. Shivering in the freezing cold February morning, I swung my torch/phone toward the woods, and contemplated hurrying back into the van for my coat. But the pressure on my bladder insisted I move. Quickly! Muttering obscenities under my breath I started toward the woods, cursing this cursed fucking day to hell! Valentine’s Day! Not once on this camping trip had I needed to pee this early in the morning. But on Valentine’s Day, on a pitch black, baltic, Valentine’s Day at five o’ clock in the morning, of course I was so desperate for a pee there was no way I could wait until the public toilet opened. To make matters worse I was parked on a layby next to Loch Alvie.
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