I Shit Myself at Swansea Park.
I thought I would make it back in time, but alas.
A perfect summer blue sky rested behind the city’s outline, as it watched this unsanctioned evacuation.
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Because it was laundry day, I wasn’t wearing my normal closer fitting boxer briefs; I had on looser boxer shorts. They offered no protection. The former could at least stop the onslaught by letting in pool close to my buttocks. The boxer shorts let it flow freely, like a dark brown river. It advanced at a painful pace, slowly seeping forward like mucus on Covid test strip.
Being that it was laundry day, I was also wearing black socks. Thank God! But they were the shallowest of ankle socks and were not able to absorb much. They quickly became overwhelmed. Their seals broke, flooding my sneakers.
I must get home with haste and stealth. But the sun is still out! Also, I have COVID.
The End
