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
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.