I hadn't expected to be writing here again so soon, but I am pleased to announce that Waterlines 17 has been published by Amazon KDP and Smashwords (for Apple, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, et al). The cover is a little provocative because it depicts a well-dressed woman cleaning the urinals in a men's restroom, and I suspect this unusual scene may have been the reason for the initial delay in publication with with Amazon - one can imagine a hastily-convened committee meeting at Amazon HQ to determine whether the picture breaks any "house" rules. Waterlines 17 contains three short stories:
A Sprained Ankle : When you've injured yourself and you can't do things that you've taken for granted for so long, it's time to get inventive....
Paintball War : Sophie, a college teacher, allows her class to go on the rampage in the woods in a paintball war. When they continue their rampage in the men's restroom, she's left clearing up the mess. But there's a silver lining to this cloud....
Subterfuge : What do you do when you're on a train, the toilet's out of action, and you want to "go" when there's no chance of any privacy?
When her duties were done, Sophie walked back towards the common room to pick up her bags, thinking about the long holiday that awaited her.
“Sophie!” It was Gerry calling, from a few feet behind her.
She turned round and saw him scurrying urgently towards her.
“A few of the Second Year students have been having fun and games in the men’s restroom upstairs. There’s paintball graffiti all over the walls. Remember our deal yesterday? No mess in the college buildings, otherwise they’d have to clear it up afterwards. Well, they’ve gone. So you’ll have to play janitor yourself. And you’ll need to do it now, before you go home today.” He walked off, allowing no time to protest.
“But Jason is equally at fault. He should be doing it too.”
“He’s gone.” He called, without looking back.
Shit! she said to herself, and went upstairs to the men’s restroom.
I hope you enjoy the stories. Subterfuge is based on an out-take I saw of a European movie some years ago. No, I don't remember the name of the movie or which country produced it. I couldn't understand the language spoken, so I'm confident it wasn't French or German. If I hadn't seen this scene myself, I'd have considered the concept just a little far-fetched. But, hey, that's what erotic fantasies are all about, don't you think?
All the best
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