Now don't tell me, portable camping toilet!
Campers lost but in style, thats rich!
POV:
Our nameless subject peers from her Colman Camp restroom seeking the processed wood pulp commodity used in most modern restrooms across the Land of Liberty. It's only mid afternoon and the other campers have long since gone hiking. Elwood the dog has scampered off with the last roll. Only tiny bits of paper can be scene way off in the horizon. In the background you can here a song "The End" by the Doors as a subtle breeze blows in the afternoon Yosemite air. Sadly, it blows the fragrance of her Colaman "Fascility" into her nostrils as if to say, "How do you like me now?"
She is surrounded by shear cliffs and jagged rocks as if placed on a different planet. She is in total isolation as she scans her location. The modern world is but a memory. Her efforts are an exercise in futility. She reflects as she ponders the words of her mother before she left Jersey, "Don't forget the toilet paper". Hindsight is 20/20 as she remembers stopping at a Wild Oats Supermarket and ate susi then chasing it down with a Latte and extra shot of expresso.
UN-NAMED HEROIN:
"Should have stayed at the Holiday Inn Express"
_________________
Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind
[/img]
[/img]
It's not Yosemite peeking through those curtains...!
[/img]
Posts
Treasure Map Stories By Buffalohair [page 4] [From Ann;s Journal Collection] After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure. Start of Treasure Hunt, [im...
No comments:
Post a Comment