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    My Little I
    My Little I
    My Little I
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    My Little I

    By Ann Stratton

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    A collection of short stories from the first person that includes peeing on one’s own tires, tracking down an annoying chirp, playing a child’s game for the fate of the world, a fascinating encounter by the river, an extraordinary customer, a late night visit, a guilty conscience, a college trip, a human encounter of the nonhuman kind, and the end of summer.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnn Stratton
    Release dateJun 4, 2017
    ISBN9781386221098
    My Little I
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    Ann Stratton

    Ann Stratton started writing at age thirteen with the usual results. After a long stint in fan fiction, honing her skills, she hopes she has gotten better since then. She lives in Southeastern Arizona, trying to juggle all her varied interests. 

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      My Little I - Ann Stratton

      A Toilet in the Desert

      Usually I just pee on my own tires. It’s convenient, it’s handy, and my truck is the nearest cover I’ve got, especially when real bathrooms are a good hour away over rough roads.

      I will also pee behind a bush if one is available, but they’re not always and the truck is right there, and, well, usually I just pee on my own tires.

      Never the less. This time I had to go so bad. It had been a long and rocky road and there was this nice big mesquite tree right there, grazed up to about five feet off the ground, which was pounded down by cow hooves and littered with cow pies. A couple of heifers stood back about thirty feet and stared at me in horror.

      I might have squatted down as soon as I could get my pants undone, but there were those cows staring at me so I went around to the other side of the tree for a little privacy and there was a toilet sitting there.

      Yes, a toilet. Tank and bowl, all white porcelain, covered with dust: a toilet. Not an outhouse bench without the outhouse, but a toilet. Just like you’d see in any bathroom anywhere. Not something you’d expect to see out in the back country under a tree cows like to meditate under, but then I’ve seen some pretty amazing things out there.

      Unfortunately I still had to go, so I did. With great relief, I buttoned my pants back up, covered up my scratch hole and decided to explore a bit. There was that toilet sitting there after all, and I am as curious as the next monkey: I raised the seat lid to find the bowl filled with clean water, with a fine layer of sand in the bottom.

      Clean water? In a toilet abandoned in a cow roost? Not happening, kids, not in my experience, but there it was. I raised the lid on the tank and it was filled with clean water too, with a layer of sand in the bottom.

      Well, that’s not usual. I looked around the base and saw that it had a feed hose. Now, that’s definitely not usual! I flipped the handle and the tank and bowl flushed and refilled themselves just like it was normal or something.

      If there was water here, there had to be a source somewhere. A stock tank, a watering trough, I had to go and look, I can’t not look, I have to know where the water

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