7 Boathouse I spent my life on the shore of a lake. I had no floor, it would have been silly to put a floor in a boathouse. I can best describe myself by having you imagine a shed, a car port, stuck out over the water and someone would park, dock or tie up…… Continue reading A Boathouse – If these Walls Could Talk
2 Yes, I am an humble outhouse. I was slapped together and mounted over a rather deep hole. A wide hole, I was a double seater. Toilet paper hung from sawed off broom nailed to the walls like giant dragon perches. Sure, I smelled. I still do. The smell is in my pores, deep in…… Continue reading Outhouse – If These Walls Could Talk – 2
The crew who built me and my sisters left here when I was done and went across town. A guy I’d grown fond of comes driving through once in a while, he used to look at me with a certain pride, now, well, now he just shakes his head.