:: glean ::

:: Friday, March 30, 2007 ::

Bucket of Piss

Maggie is worried about Olivia - so far away.
'Don't you get scared when Andy is away?' she asks. Olivia is always upfront with Maggie. There's no point not being.
'A bit,' she admits, 'but I have a plan.'
'A plan? What?' asks Maggie.
'I keep a bucket beside the bed,' admits Olivia, 'that I wee into if I need to go in the middle of the night.'

The toilet is a long way away, especially in the night. Downstairs and right to the back of the house. It's practically outside.

'So you plan to throw the piss at any intruders, do you?' guesses Maggie, laughing.
'Pretty much,' says Olivia. She has strong hopes for its success. Surely being soaked in someone else's urine would at least slow down a would-be burglar, murder, rapist? Perhaps even make them so revolted that they would make good their escape.

If not, Olivia still estimates that it would give her one or even two precious minutes. She's rehersed it over and over in her head on sleepless, Andy-less nights -
run to M's room and scoop her up.
Out the window, across the roof
a jump (biggish one, but not impossible, especially with the adrenilin the circumstances would inevitably provide) across to the neighbours' house
down to the ground.

A brave plan. But not an impossible one.

:: Fretting 12:04 PM [+] ::
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