The toilet seemed to work fine one day.
Then, we both leave the house. Off doing our own things.
Separate heartbreaking vacations.
During this time, it breaks. Tank cracks. Somehow.
Nobody sees it happen. It just does. We aren’t there.
Water runs. To the floor. To the basement. Things are ruined.
It seems salvageable. Repair the crack. Or replace the tank.
But no. They tell me it is too old. Whole thing must go.
“But it’s just the tank.”
“Nothing we can do.”
A plumber comes and switches the old for the new.
We carry the old to his truck. Leftover water sloshes. A drop jumps out onto my bare foot and I recoil.
Neighbors peer out their windows.
They only see what seems perfectly good being sent off to the dump.
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