Photo Copyright: What’s His Name

Here we are this week at the shed where some bathroom fixtures have been stored. We’ve gathered to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with not more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end. and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by a writer who goes by What’s His Name. Thanks, What’s.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:,

Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 100 Words


My dad bought a cottage with attached toilet in the year 1943. We used the place for holiday getaways. My parents later turned it into a year-round home.

The septic tank now filled up quicker. One day in the 1950’s it rebelled andΒ Dad had a problem made bigger by not knowing where the tank was.

He suspected where it might be and dug in that area. Bingo.

Dad and a willing relative uncovered more and called for a truck to empty it. It was small so we had to watch how much toilet paper we flushed.

















    • Thanks, Yarnspinnerr. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. We were in a forest so there was a septic tank. It was small so we were limited to how much toilet paper we could flush. My dad didn’t want to pay for a larger tank. It had been built for a summer cottage and we were living year round. It’s terrible when people jam up the sewers with junk. —- Suzanne

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      • A similar problem here. Toilets being built in rural areas without sewer lines have limited capacity septic tanks …… and they get full because of indiscriminate flushing of trash disposal through unawareness.

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    • Thanks, John. I’m glad you liked the story. My husband and I lived for a time in a small community in Pennsylvania and used to put a special bacterial powder in the toilet to help the septic tank be more efficient. One of the first things we did when we bought the house was to get the tank pumped out. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Dale. I’m glad you liked the story. It’s wouldn’t have been so bad if my dad had known where to find the tank. I remember him digging and digging. That tank wasn’t built for a year-round house. My dad hated to spend the money to have a whole new tank put in. He was nearing retirement. I’m sure the people who were the next owners had a bigger tank put in. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Lynn. I’m glad you enjoyed the story and thought the title fit. I didn’t get close enough to the location of the tank to catch the odor but I can imagine. My mother cleaned any problem in the bathroom. I don’t exactly remember what happened there. My brother told us a vacation cottage he and his wife once owned in California had a toilet that backed up into the shower. I’ve always kept a professional toilet plunger at hand if needed. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Trent. I’m glad you liked the story and it was a reminder for you. If there’s a septic tank you can never be sure when the previous owner had it cleaned out. There’s also stuff you can flush now and again to help the septic tank bacteria do a better job. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Mike. We never had an outhouse we used. There was one for the cottage but Dad used it for storage as the previous owner of the cottage had a toilet added on. My parents’ families had outhouses when they were growing up. The rest stops in Ohio along interstates in the 1950’s had outhouse-type bathrooms. Yes, I love progress. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


    • Thanks, Sandra. I’m glad you liked the story. You’d think someone would be around who knew things like that, wouldn’t you? In my dad’s case, I think the elderly lady who had owned the cottage must have passed on. I don’t remember him ever meeting her. It was probably in the hands of a real estate agent. To make matters worse, he and my grandfather had rebuilt the basement, digging down deeper. The dirt had been piled in from making a kind of terrace. Unknown to Dad, it was also piled on top of the septic tank. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne

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  1. Dear Suzanne,
    We have a septic tank and had it pumped out once. A messy and expensive proposition. Now, we keep a little trashcan with a foot-operated lid next to the toliet for paper disposal. I do try to add some live bacteria a couple times a year to help the solids break down and move into the drain field. All part of rural life.
    Happy Pooping,
    What’s His Name

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  2. Thanks, Russell. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. My dad did things the old-fashioned way before outdoor burning was an issue. He put paper bags in the bathroom and burned each full bag of toilet paper in a huge can in a cleared area across the lane from the cottage. Those were simpler times. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne


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