Yesterday, when I was wandering around downtown Spokane and the Riverfront Park searching for a Howard Street Bridge sign I never found I was on the north side of the river about to leave the park and head out for the waterfalls at Monroe for images and I decided I should probably stop at the portable toilet I noticed positioned outside the regular but closed public facilities.
I didn't really want to go in there but decided I should.
There were two units positioned there against the outside wall of the Men's Room and only one had footprints leading up to it in the accumulated snowfall on the pavement.
I wondered why the one without footprints had the inside lock engaged and I didn't try opening the door to it.
Snow from the sky had been falling for many hours before that moment.
Nearby, on one of the many pedestals with tourist maps of the park covered by snow, someone had chiseled into the fluffy snow covering the map the message "I Love You".
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Spokane 2017 December 25
Stephen King
The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition
Chapter 27
Many of the people in the park were sick, but not many had died there. Perhaps they had uneasy thoughts of being munched for dinner by the animals, and they had crawled indoors when they felt the end was near. Larry had had only one confrontation with death this morning, and one was all he wanted. He had walked up Transverse Number One to the comfort station there. He had opened the door and a grinning dead man with maggots crawling briskly hither and yon on his face had been seated inside, his hands settled on his bare thighs, his sunken eyes staring into Larry’s own. A sickening sweet smell bloated out at Larry as if the man sitting there was a rancid bonbon, a sweet treat which, in all the confusion, had been left for the flies. Larry slammed the door shut, but belatedly: he lost the cornflakes he had eaten for breakfast and then dry-heaved until he was afraid he might rupture some of his inner workings. God; if You’re there, he had prayed as he stumbled back toward the menagerie, if You’re taking requests today, Big Fella, mine is not to have to look at anything else like that today. The kooks are bad enough, something like that is more than I can take. Thank You so much.
- posted by Kerry Burgess 7:56 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 26 December 2017
