Flush With Love
"Pssst."
Jane looked up from the sink where she was washing her hands.
"Psssst! Hey. Over here."
She sighed. "The bathroom stall is talking to me again."
"We need to talk, Jane."
"No, we don't. And quit using my name, it's too weird."
"But you said I could call you Jane!" the stall protested.
Jane wiped her hands. "That was a joke! I was talking to Daria. Look, this is getting too weird. It was okay at first when we were just chatting or whatever, but then you said you were in love with me, and..."
"I am in love with you."
"Stop it!" Jane clapped her hands over her ears. "Even if I felt the same way, it would never work. We're from two different worlds. Now leave me alone, okay?!"
The artist fled from the girls bathroom.
"But I've just been cleaned! Jane-come back!" the stall protested. Silence. "I knew it. She was like all the others." The toilet gurgled with sorrow. "She was just using me..."