It was a brisk March evening, and Trevor found himself in the unenviable predicament of being stuck in a traffic jam on a desolate stretch of highway. His stomach churned in discomfort, beads of sweat forming on his brow despite the chill in the air. The dull ache in his lower back, which he had been ignoring for days, had reached a crescendo, pulsating in waves that made his vision blur.
The bottled water on the passenger seat sat mocking him. Hydration had been his new year’s resolution, after all—a decision he now bitterly regretted as a sharp, unrelenting pain settled low in his abdomen. He clutched the steering wheel with one hand, his knuckles white, while his other hand fumbled for the empty soda bottle tucked in the cup holder. Nature called, but not politely.
Trevor contorted himself awkwardly, praying no one would glance into his car window as he positioned the bottle. With the first few drops, the sensation turned surreal. It was as though liquid fire coursed through him, a searing intensity that defied all descriptors. He bit down on his sleeve to muffle a scream, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.
“Come on, come on,” he muttered through gritted teeth, as though coaxing his own body to relent. The pain reached its zenith—sharp, white-hot, and all-consuming. Suddenly, as if the universe took pity on him, the agony ceased. A muted clink echoed inside the bottle, and Trevor stared at it in disbelief. A tiny, jagged crystal—his tormentor—sat at the bottom like a malevolent trophy.
He leaned back against the seat, his body trembling from the ordeal. A mix of relief, exhaustion, and bizarre pride washed over him. It was over. He had conquered the tiny pebble that had brought him to the brink.
As the traffic finally began to inch forward, Trevor capped the bottle carefully, deciding he’d frame the stone in some strange act of defiance. But first, a trip to the doctor—and maybe, just maybe, a different resolution next year.
The names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent, but my Urethra Franklin is still crying, thank you for riding with me!
