An African Outhouse After a Hurricane, Dec. 1983by Apryl FoxThere was the smell, constant, that spun with the lightning and rain: a mixture of dandelions and worms. The outhouse was like a great flood. Four walls, one little room, a toilet that leaked, water spewing everywhere. It sat on the edge of a terrain, looking down into a small animal graveyard in Southern Africa until a hurricane blew it away. All that remained was a roll of wet paper towel and a newspaper from 1979. Even the old man who used it was gone. The last time they saw him he was humming a tune as he strolled down the path towards the outhouse, a magazine tucked under one arm. He didn't seem to mind the rain at all. © 2005 by Apryl Fox. All rights reserved. |