Billy saw the wet mist fill the air above him. At first he didn’t recognize it or put two and two together. But when the mist started to drift down and – BURN Billy reacted. POISON. MOM was trying to gas him. Billy ran to the far back behind the toilet trying to get away from the poison that was falling down on the ground and creating wet puddles. Squinting Billy had a enough sense to use his arms to try and shield his face from the poisonous rain coming down.
Patricia sprayed the bug spray for a few seconds and then leaned back to crouch and observe waiting for the little pest to come out. Not seeing any movement she figured she either got the bug or it had escaped. Either way she had othering things to do and couldn’t waste time trying to kill an insignificant bug. Getting back up to her feet Patricia put the can away and washed her hands before moving on to get the kids up for school.
Meanwhile, Billy realized his mistake. The poison had shot up and towards the back, where he had run for shelter. SHIT, he should have run closer to the toilet and gotten behind the poison. Freaking out and fearing he was going to choke to death in his mom’s bathroom Billy tried to find some way to escape. By luck…a square piece of discarded toilet paper was nearby. Billy ran towards the scrap. His bare feet BURNED as they now stepped on the ground coated in the fine burning stuff. It was like oil and the burning was like fire ants chewing on him. Billy grabbed the piece of paper. One side was also covered in the poison but the bottom side was clean. Billy pulled it over himself like a blanket and crouched down where the square had lain figuring that that spot was clean of the poison.
Billy hunkered down there beneath the piece of toilet paper while the mist slowly settled to the ground. His shoulders, neck and feet were burning. Billy could only take in shallow breaths. He could taste the poison in the air and didn’t want to get it into his lungs. His nose as itching really bad but Billy didn’t rub at it fearing he might smear more poison around. Years of boy scout training from when he was 11 came back to him and he tried to think of what he could do.
In the silence Billy’s eyes teared up. This helped because the tiers washed out what little poison had gotten on his face and cheeks saving his eyesight. The mist settled and the air slowly started to clear up. Slowly Billy stood up keeping the paper over his head and body. He could breath easier after shooting off some snot rockets which like the crying cleared the harmful chemicals from his orifices.
Billy looked around and saw a sheen of oily film all around him. How was he going to get out of here? His feet felt raw and he knew he couldn’t walk through all of this, not without knowing there was some way to wash it off.
Patricia sprayed the bug spray for a few seconds and then leaned back to crouch and observe waiting for the little pest to come out. Not seeing any movement she figured she either got the bug or it had escaped. Either way she had othering things to do and couldn’t waste time trying to kill an insignificant bug. Getting back up to her feet Patricia put the can away and washed her hands before moving on to get the kids up for school.
Meanwhile, Billy realized his mistake. The poison had shot up and towards the back, where he had run for shelter. SHIT, he should have run closer to the toilet and gotten behind the poison. Freaking out and fearing he was going to choke to death in his mom’s bathroom Billy tried to find some way to escape. By luck…a square piece of discarded toilet paper was nearby. Billy ran towards the scrap. His bare feet BURNED as they now stepped on the ground coated in the fine burning stuff. It was like oil and the burning was like fire ants chewing on him. Billy grabbed the piece of paper. One side was also covered in the poison but the bottom side was clean. Billy pulled it over himself like a blanket and crouched down where the square had lain figuring that that spot was clean of the poison.
Billy hunkered down there beneath the piece of toilet paper while the mist slowly settled to the ground. His shoulders, neck and feet were burning. Billy could only take in shallow breaths. He could taste the poison in the air and didn’t want to get it into his lungs. His nose as itching really bad but Billy didn’t rub at it fearing he might smear more poison around. Years of boy scout training from when he was 11 came back to him and he tried to think of what he could do.
In the silence Billy’s eyes teared up. This helped because the tiers washed out what little poison had gotten on his face and cheeks saving his eyesight. The mist settled and the air slowly started to clear up. Slowly Billy stood up keeping the paper over his head and body. He could breath easier after shooting off some snot rockets which like the crying cleared the harmful chemicals from his orifices.
Billy looked around and saw a sheen of oily film all around him. How was he going to get out of here? His feet felt raw and he knew he couldn’t walk through all of this, not without knowing there was some way to wash it off.
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June 10, 2023
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