Fiction Friday: Lavatory

Lavatory Ashleigh Hatter Jangling the handle again, he gently knocked his head against the heavy door, then returned to sitting on the toilet. The remaining light still worked, so there was that. He looked back at the mirror he’d shattered earlier on. How much earlier? Sucking his teeth, he hated that he didn’t know. No one wore watches, and his phone was on the other side of the door. He’d always left his cell out of the bathroom when he went in. As she liked to say, he was a…