THE COMMODE • by Joan M Hendricks – Every Day Fiction

I remember the summer of 1952 as momentous. Momentous because that summer plumbing was installed in our family home that sat on a dirt patch forty miles south of the Canadian border. I was seven with four siblings below me.  via Pocket via FREE Fiction / Raindrop.io https://raindrop.io
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