May 1, 2001
hunger
part three
this is au; the topic upsets me a great deal.
by bianca
Unscrew, unscrew.
Mary knelt on the floor, unaware that the tiles were not virgin, that they had already been christened by Relena and Heero's knees. Unscrew, unscrew. She bit her lip as the tiny silver washer fell off, and then the bolt, into the toilet with a plop.
She lifted her hand, as if to reach into the bowl, then hesitated, then stopped.
Unscrew, unscrew, and the second washer and bolt set fell away. That was the way of rich people, thought Mary. Throw away the old.
She lifted the toilet seat, rotted by stomach acid, and set it on the ground. Then she began the task of replacing it with a factory-fresh one, making it look as if nothing had been touched.
Screw, screw.
Screw, screw.
That was the way of rich people.
End Part Three
Bianca
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