A Puddle With a Voice

A Puddle With a Voice

I stood painting at the easel wanting to go to the toilet but too scared to ask, so nervous that my strong Bajan accent wouldn't be understood. Needless to say I didn't make it to the toilet but stood in embarrassed silence with a small puddle beneath my feet, the puddle spoke for me. I remember

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