It Was Laundry Day.
Cleaning the stains from dinner. — A story in 100 words.
Cleaning the stains from dinner. — A story in 100 words.
The laundry needed doing.
They sat, eyes locked & arms folded.
Silently screaming: “YOU FUCKING DO IT!”
Sitting in a pile, their clothes carried the stains from your stereotypical dinner of demise: hubris, stubbornness, vulnerability — a pinch of fear & baggage.
Cooked properly? A Michelin starred dinner.
Cooked improperly? Ice cold haggis.
Love affairs aren’t chess matches.
Love affairs are doing laundry.
He sighed, stood & looked around for the detergent.
She unfolded her arms & smiled: “You know where it is.”
The thing was, with her — he didn’t.
So, he asked: “Where?”
She just sighed & shook her head.