Raising a Stink

Robby was too slow getting out. The water swirled down the drain and carried him with it. He caught a last glimpse of the bathroom mirror, fogged over, before he was swallowed.

It was dark down in the sewers. A rat approached.

“Now you’ve done it,” the rat said. “It’ll have settled into your life properly by now.”

“What do you mean?” Robby blinked the filth from his eyes.

“Cause and effect. Something new comes in, something like it comes out,” said the rat.

“Won’t my mom notice?”

“Sure. ‘What a stinker that boy has been,’ she’ll say to herself.”