Prologue
This is a little gag me and my friend wrote when we were kids. Our English was not on point but we had so much fun writing it. We thought the comedic level of our little stories were absolute world class when we sat upstairs in my childhood room giggling like little girls. I read it now and I have to admit... I still giggle like a little girl.
Have a read and tell me if I you want to know what happens with Alejandro.
1. So here is my story...
The weather thundered outside the booth, a vague crunching sound could be perceived with sharpened ears. It was unusual for this portable toilet to be occupied, it was commonly known as "The Emergency Booth" and the reason for that was pretty obvious. The walls were scrawled with everything from body secretions including to various gang symbols and love expressions with small hints of imaginative and metaphorical variations of both the male and female genitalia.
It can be seen as both extreme luck as well as terrible misfortune that he sat there that evening, that fateful night that would change our heroes life forever. It would have been the best summer in a long time, the graduation had long since passed and with a summer job that consisted of drinking coffee with the boss for 9 quid per hour and with the medical school waiting around the corner.
Everything was perfect, it was a perfect day on the beach at the bar. Twenty degrees in the water, blazing heat and an unusually large number of women chose to sunbathe topless that day for what seemed like no particular reason. Everything went very smoothly and it would have continued to do so if he suddenly hadn't got the diarrhea attack which led him to the notorious booth. Many different thoughts flew through his head. His stomach was shaking, what could be causing these spontaneous bouts of intestinal disturbances.
Was it perhaps the somewhat ill-fried chicken the night before or maybe the fourteen cans of baked beans consumed for breakfast? The story's hero, Alejandro did not have time to think about it very long before it was time. With his hands against the shaking booth wall and with tears in his eyes, he managed his way through the first wave of this legendary toilet visit.
Almost breathless and with his heart pumping in rhythm with the rectal spasms he loaded up for round two. Round two was an effort he would not forget for a very long time because while Alejandro flexed his sphincter, hoping the poop gods would be gracious to him. He realized just how full his bladder was. He had not urinated for what seemed like an eternity, only some kind of super human being could hold as much urine in their body without exploding.
Alejandro who was exhausted from his troubled stomach suddenly got plenty of power, he felt that everything would be so much better if he just got to empty his bladder. He bit his teeth together, aimed right down and just when the beam broke out the unimaginable happened. From what appeared to be a completely clear sky, the lightning struck down.
