To christen March, twenty-twenty-three, and to mark this Rosh Chodesh, our own Friday Fictioneer’s fabulous femme de mystère, Rochelle (aka, the lapping lady on the pool deck), drew upon a Miles Rost a photo to motivate our 100 (or fewer)-word story.
If you want to join us in this clean weekly fun cycle, tumble over to Rochelle’s blog and dry your eyes with the bright colors (esp. purple) and get rinsed and dried for a cleverly pressed story of your own. Just touch the start button on Miles’s photo below. We can iron things out later as we fold in our finest fibs.

Genre: Clean Gonzo Fiction
Title: Loaded Laundry
Word Count: 100
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I was doing laundry and writing when I heard a door slam.
A lady stormed in carrying a full laundry basket. I tried not to stare. She tossed clothes into a dryer and put something else in with them. Then she stormed out, never looking at me or speaking.
Again, a door slammed. I heard several louder noises, like gun shots.
I smelled something. The dryer she used was billowing smoke. Then it exploded.
I woke up with a firefighter leaning over me asking me what happened. There was more to the story, but I only told what I saw.
Look both ways, even doing normal household chores.
Mind the gaps in silent storming ladies.

No way our poor bugger could have predicted that!
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It’s a crazy world… more so down here, but crazy.
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That it is…
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🙂
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You’re on fire today Bill!
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I hope you mean figuratively. 🙂 Thanks, Peter.
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Definitely sounds like there was more to the story. What was in there, dynamite?
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Dunno. C4 maybe?
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Wowser, she was laundering dynamite! nice one, Bill.
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Thank you, Mason.
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I was in my laundromat when a car drove through the window, but it was nothing compared to this!
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Scary thought. 🙂
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Were you injured Bill?
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Thanks, Christina. I got away, clean. 🙂
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Good to know. Best-Christina
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Insurance job? A little mystery. Nice one.
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Thank you, Iain.
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That’s one way to get rid of evidence if you find explosives in your laundry basket. Nice wordlpay in the intro, too, made me laugh.
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Thank you.
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Sounds like a woman scorned to me!! Glad the fireman was able to wake him up!
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Thanks, Keith. Mee too.
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Keith…Kimber… I’ll answer to a lot of things, but that’s a new one 😉 and you’re welcome!!
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Sorry. Was that kind of day and cheap wine. I’ve no idea how… us old a reason? 🙂
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😂😂
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Dear Kimber — I still have no idea how I made that mistake. I apologize. 🙂
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Oh.. I don’t care. I have accidentally replied to the wrong person before. It happens. I appreciate your comment 😉
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And usually wine is involved… lol
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Guilty. But I did respond to Keith 6 hours earlier and I was probably not drinking wine at 2:00 PM when I replied to you. It will not happen again (I hope). 🙂
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🙂 Thank you. 🙂
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Egad! They’re going to have to start searching our dirty laundry now before it goes in the washer or dryer 🙂
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Can’t be too safe at the laundry. 🙂
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Great last line.
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Thank you, Dawn.
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Dear Bill,
My guess is what she tossed in the dryer wasn’t a fabric softener sheet. Dare I say this was an explosive story? It certainly came off with a bang and a boom! Love your intro, too. That in and of itself was an entertaining story. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
Laundry is almost effortless compared to the past.
Peace,
Bill
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Talk about wrong place, wrong time! The happy ending is that he is alive, at least for now.
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Dangerous business, doing laundry. 🙂
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🙂
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beware of a woman scorned as it seemed to have happened in this case.
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My guess, too.
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Oh dear. She had a plan. Explosive ending
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The old-fashioned laundro-terrrorism. We’ll never know where they’ll strike or what their purpose is, but we can assume they’re nudists fighting for a naked world.
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Less laundry to do. 🙂
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Whoa … crazy. Waking up must have been a relief. Not everyone survives something like that. Nice one. 👍
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Thank you. 🙂
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