Toilet Brush

Hayley asked

Who brushed the toilet?!

Who brushed the toilet?

It was me.

I had brushed her toilet.

I had stood there

 wondering

what to do about the

great

     skid

                  mark

down the side of the pan.

So I pulled the

hedgehog brush

out of its plastic holder

And scrubbed - 

and the flush and the brush

performed their magic.

Me,

I did it.

But now the

questions

flooded my head.

¿Why was she bothered?

¿Did she have her own special way of brushing the toilet?

¿Was she saving the toilet brushing for another day?

¿Did she have a special Toilet Brushing Day?

¿Was it something she looked forward to?

¿Had I ruined it for her?

¿Did she really mind?

¿Would she have minded if she had seen why I had brushed the toilet?

¿Did she feel bad that someone else had brushed her toilet?

¿How could she tell that someone had brushed her toilet?

¿Did she notice now that a STAIN she had noticed earlier had now gone?

¿Was it a problem that the brush was now WET –

and possibly

…sullied?

I raised my hand

Everyone else went quiet.

It was me –

It was me.

I brushed your toilet, Hayley.

Oh,

she said.