Angry Laundry

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic


A short story about a good house husband doing laundry.

Submitted: July 31, 2017

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Gruffly moving the basket out of the way, toppling it over causing everything to tumble out and away, far away. He wanted to be far away, but everything was here: the war, family, dictatorship. Yet there was nothing, nothing to possible hold him back from leaving. Picking up the next sheet, folding it this way and that into a neat and perfect triangle before starting on the next sheet. His wife, she likes triangles better then squares, says she gets more in the drawer that way. What would he know? Snatching the last sheet from the pile, He growls low as it slips from his fingers and contaminates the floor, He bends to pick it up feeling every bone in his back crack and crinkle as he picks up the sheet and begins folding it. Hypocrite. It’s like the sheet doesn’t want to be folded, its disobeying nature should be tarnished. Finally it is folded, now he can go and rest, tomorrow is going to be a big day. 


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