Checkout Time

I no longer desired to stay in the cube-sized room that served as my present accommodation. While my cordial hosts would increment the amount of voltage that surged through each wall, I was planning on a proper departure.

My roommates had finished using the toilet opposite my bed, so I took my turn. As usual, it wouldn't flush fully, so I reached inside the drain pipe to fix it. Unfortunately, the water current took possession of my wandering hand, and I found myself taking a journey to the septic tank. With a lump in my throat, I said my farewells.