Another little drabble, this one inspired by my own outdoor shower. 253 words. Enjoy!
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“Jack,” said Ennis, “remember that cottage we rented up in Maine?”
“Course, I do,” said Jack. “That was a great vacation.”
“I was just thinkin’,” said Ennis, “how much I loved that outdoor shower.” He turned to Jack, his face serious. “Mebbe we could build an outdoor shower.”
Jack looked at him with a disbelieving smirk. “Build us an outdoor shower? What are you, fuckin’ nuts, Ennis?”
“Why do you say that?" said Ennis, hurt. “Why is buildin’ a shower nuts?”
“Ennis,” said Jack, his voice patient. “You liked that outdoor shower ‘cause it had a view of the ocean. We ain’t got a view like that here, what would be the point?”
“I liked the shower,” said Ennis, his voice equally patient, “’’cause I liked communin’ with nature. Wasn’t just the ocean, if you fuckin’ want to know.” He paused for a minute. “We could build it on the east side of the house, watch the sun come up.”
Jack looked at him, exasperated. “Just stick a fuckin’ shower on the east side of the house? Ruin the fuckin’ view from the livin’ room window? No. Besides, there ain’t no plumbing on that side of the house.”
“Fine then,” said Ennis. “I’ll build my own fuckin’ shower down at the barn. And you won’t be allowed to use it,” he added, sticking out his tongue at Jack.
“You really think,” said Jack, with an evil grin, “that if yer in a fuckin’ outdoor shower you are gonna keep me out of it?”