Oops

Edward finished glancing at his journal and he looked up at his wife and said, “Helen what are you smiling about?”  Helen busted out laughing and she said, “I’m stuck here and I can’t move.  My underwear probably caught the brunt of the damage, but if I get up, I think it will start dripping down my legs.”  Edward said, “What am I going to do with you woman?  Just relax, I am here to help you, as at some point in our lives we all end up shitting ourselves and I am guilty of doing it more than most people.  Let me get some wet rags, some dry towels and some air freshener, as that was a ripe one.  I love you honey, but this means that you are going to have to start wearing those adult diapers from now on.”

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #119.

18 thoughts on “Oops

  1. Uh, O_o It’s more likely that she peed herself actually. Being the owner and semi-operator of a set of old lady “parts’, I can definitely say that the bladder goes south long before the spincter. Thank God for small mercies. Are you sure it wasn’t a shart? Since there’s no dog in the photo, I suppose blaming Fido was out of the question. Good on Ed for being a great husband!

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