As always before taking a trip he desperately “needed to go”. It was the excitement.
He was sure there would be no real toilet. More like a wooden outhouse with a carved heart in the door like they used to have on Great-Aunt Martha’s farm. Of course books never provided that kind of essential information. None of his heroes had ever needed a loo.
He was a bit surprised when Sir Cuthbert didn’t point him towards the courtyard but upstairs. Well, perhaps they did have indoor bathrooms after all.
The narrow wooden door could hardly be missed as a horrible smell let you know unmistakably what had to be concealed behind it. Barnabas retched and held his nose. But things got worse.
The toilet was something like a balcony. A balcony with the floor missing. Barnabas would have loved to just turn and leave but he really needed a bathroom badly so he didn’t have much of a choice. Shaking with fear Barnabas clung to the wooden beams while doing his business and tried not to think about the drop below.
What he wouldn’t have given for a big fat roll of super soft four-ply toilet paper. Truth be told he’d even have been happy with the sandpapery recycling tissue they had at school.
Barnabas sighed and reached for the basket filled with big linden leaves. He definitely needed to find a way home as soon as possible.
Home – where there was a real toilet you could flush and toilet paper, where mum would make him some hot chocolate and he could snuggle up in bad. In this world he would not survive longer than a week! How on earth was he supposed to cope in this world where even simple things like getting dressed were awfully complicated. Why only had he agreed to come along on a quest with the knight? He thought it would be better to run away while he still could. But where to? He didn’t even have the slightest idea where he was. So there was probably not much else to do but stick with Sir Cuthbert. After all, so far the knight was the only person here he knew.
For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, trencher challenged me with "Write about an outsider looking in. It can be depressing shoegazer fiction or an upbeat fish out of water story. Whatever!" and I challenged SAM with "Write something (600 words max) in which your character experiences something like a déjà vu. "
Rejected on IndieInk because it's not a new text. Kind of a philosophical question whether a new translation of an old piece is something new or not...anyway, sorry about that. Maybe next time.