Some of my Best Work is Done on the Toilet

I’ll be honest, sometimes I’m a little scared to post, I don’t wish to upset anyone or bring about compaints, but then I think, hell, it wasn’t me who put the picture up in the first place.

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

Inspiration tormented Brian; it ambushed him at inopportune moments. This time he mustered resistance.

Pulling a pencil from behind his ear like an old newspaper editor, he tugged the toilet paper towards him.  

The ideas flowed perfectly formed, faster than he could write. Careful not to tear the tissue, he scrawled a la Jack Kerouac, until a loss of tension signalled the roll’s end.

He combed the toilet before shouting, “Clare, where’s the loo roll?”

“That’s it until the Tesco delivery, haven’t you enough?”

“I’ll never reproduce it so perfectly,” Brian groaned, as he sacrificed the cerebral to the faecal.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.