In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wronged Objects.”
Oh mister towel rack I’m sorry. I’ve done you so wrong. Time and time again I’ve used you for everything but holding up decorative towels. Now I’ve unhinged you from the wall. Do I even attempt to repair you? No. Super glue? No. Crazy Glue? Not a chance. I’ve wronged you Towel rack, because I’d rather use you to lift myself up or catch me when I fall when I step out onto the slippery floor after a shower than put a towel on you.