Fit to Burst
By Sofia Bane
Copyright February 2012 Sofia Bane
“It really is your own fault,” Sonya told me playfully as I shoved my hand between my legs and squirmed.
“I’m not saying it’s not my fault.” I was resisting the urge to speak through gritted teeth. “I’m saying it was stupid of them to not put bathrooms in the middle of the park.” Because they hadn’t, and because Sonya and I had walked a couple miles to the center of the park before I needed to pee, I was trapped, certain that I couldn’t hold out for that entire walk back.
“Chelsea.” Her voice had more sympathy now than it had a moment ago. “Look, if you need to go, just go. We’ll clean you up at home.”