Posterity

Posterity Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace his body was pale as the unborn sun sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated down to the roof of a neighbour. Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall “I shat here!” Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had seen it all. While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace hosed down the offending words. Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for posterity was in vain.