“So the lower level is buried under and the upper level is inaccessible. Apt. Shouldn’t it say ‘Dung View’?”
Darlene chuckled. Mom wasn’t shy about imparting opinions. Darlene was not all that different, even if she didn’t always find words to be necessary.
Necessary. The double meaning turned her giggle into a guffaw.
“What?” Mom insisted. She hated being left out.
“Nothing necessary…” Darlene’s laughter intensified. She clasped at her belly and tried to point. “Or … perhaps it is…”
Mom eyed the outhouse. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Drop your snow-pants. I’ll dig you a chamber pot.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt: © LIsa Fox