It was lying there all by itself, next to the curb after a fierce summer rainstorm. How did it manage to wash downstream, separate from the other bathroom accessories? The world may never know. This much is certain: there’s a lonesome toilet out there somewhere with a broken porcelain heart.
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Flash Fiction by David 
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