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Rated: 13+ · Campfire Creative · Fiction · Drama · #1680354
This story is a very short story taking place on an unihabited island.
[Introduction]
The Characters of this story are:
Julie: Formerly an office secretary, until the plane crash that left her stranded on the island when she was pregnant with her son.
Noah: Julie's son, born and raised on the island. He is around 10 at the time this story takes place.

The morning rose, light shown on Julie's indigo dress. It used to be a pretty indigo-blue, but time had faded it.
"Mom," a voice was heard. It was followed by a few nuges on her side. "Mooom,"
"Yes, honey?" Julie got up, partly annoyed. Noah was nude and bounching slightly. "What is it?"
"I have to pee, real real bad."
Julie looked for a few seconds. "All right, all right, follow me."

They went outside the shelter. After walking a few feet. Julie knelt down and started digging. Noah bent down with his hands on his crotch, placed is behind on his mom. She had dug a hole in the ground.
"Go in there." Noah, hearing this, stepped foward, pulled his foreskin back slightly, and peed into the hole.
Julie smiled. "I'm proud of you, son. You finally can pull your skin back." She gave him a kiss in the cheak, Noah ignored it, though.
Noah finally finished emptying his bladder.
"Ok, Noah, go off now." Told Julie.
"But mom, what about you?" replied Noah,
"I'll be there."
Noah nodded. He pulled his skin foward to the way it usually looked and ran off the opposite direction.
Julie moved to the place her son had been standing. She lifted up her skirt, lowered her panties and squatted over the hole. She watched the nude body of her son run off to the trees as she urinated into the hole. She turned her head toward the ocean.

She was finished peeing. She pulled up her panties. She remembered that years ago, she would wipe herself with toilet paper. But those days were only nistolgic as she pushed the sand pile into the hole, filling it.

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