Nothing but horror stories begin in the bathroom.
This one is no exception.
It didn’t seem like it would end up that way. There was no way to tell. The day was beautiful, an ocean blue sky overhead. Who would have ever thought such a turn of events was about to occur. If I knew, I would have ran. Found somewhere else to be in that moment. Because it did, in ways unimaginable.
If this were a scary movie, now is when escalating music would begin playing in the background as hearts beat faster.
Buzz, he was just trying to play. He didn’t mean it. But to the bathroom he brought a toy in his delighted voice, showing off its many features. Darth Maul, from Star Wars. One of the bad guys, quite fitting. That was the action figure he held out for me to see as he finished what you do in the bathroom. I thought he had a hold of it. I’m sure he did, too.
When suddenly, the room shifted dark. I never saw it coming.
Darth Maul tumbled out of his fingers.
Into the toilet water that hadn’t yet been flushed.
Such a horrible sight. I am not a hero, but there was nothing else I could do. So I reached in. Darth Maul may have been easy to wash off, erasing the evidence like nothing happened. I wish I could say the same for my hand. It may never return to normal again. It’s now seen too much. We all have.