Email will not be published required. She immediately started complaining about the amount of homework she had to complete that weekend and how there would be no time to do it. The poop had already started, and it was not stopping anytime soon. I felt sorry for myself. As rewarding as it had been to challenge myself, I was getting a little tired with eating only potatoes and chapati. The shelves overflowed with containers of spices and vegetables and flour. I pooped my pants.
Then I washed out the bucket and took a shower of my own.
A Short Story about Pooping My Pants
Temporal Glimpses Issue: I had to stoop my head to avoid bumping it on the clay ceilings above me. That time of year, late July, the peaches were perfectly ripe. As the three of us piled into the bed each night we could hear the cows sleeping soundly through our shared wall. In the corner closest to the door there was a small wood fireplace, and squatting down next to it was Binaji. The toilet itself was a ceramic hole in the ground, that required a person squat to use it.