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64Wash Hut, A Novel, Chapter 7
by wannabwestern
Mary Elizabeth had worked herself into a position of expertise, which she was not about to concede to the only man in the room. "Grief laundry, the laundry we wash when we are grieving." Her tone was so didactic that even Mr. Harold believed her. "What does this grief laundry look like?" Mr. Harold was opening his washer, which Mary Elizabeth was just now noticing to be a triple loader. He too had not separated his whites from his coloreds, nor had he washed his towels separately. She squinted o published 2 months ago
60Fiction: Wash Hut, A Novel, Chapter 1
by wannabwestern
The ad was printed on a clean index card, neatly, in ink. Maybe it wouldn't seem so strange in a newspaper or one of those personals magazines. But here it was, at the godforsaken Wash Hut, next to a bright pink sign lamenting the loss of three loads of laundry. published 4 months ago
60Fiction: Wash Hut, A Novel, Chapter 4
by wannabwestern
Poor Sam woke up with a start, clutching the pillow tightly. Brushing away the beads of sweat from his forehead and his upper lip, he didn't know whether to cry into it, or scream. He had seen her again. published 2 months ago
77The White Room
by Poetic Knight
I open my eyes. They are bombarded by the light. It is so bright that I must close them right away. I squint to allow my eyes to become accustomed to the onslaught. Eventually I can see my surroundings, four... published 7 months ago
57Mystic Gypsy Mavericks: Dharmic Visions of a Vegas Cabbie
by Tim Hollis
Mystic Gypsy Mavericks: Excerpt I'm near the end of the line at the Luxor. Other drivers are reading newspapers or yakking outside the cabs. A plush pile carpet of cigarette butts wends its way down the... published 13 months ago
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61Fiction: Wash Hut, Chapter 6
by wannabwestern
One, day, she knew, the kids would be grown, off to college or some other adventure, and then it would be just her and this doublewide. Oh, she could ride in the truck with her husband Gavin, although she had done plenty of that early on in their marriage. It just wasn't the life for her. No, she and Gavin had hit some speed bumps in their marriage early on, and they disappeared when she had quit riding everywhere with him. published 2 months ago
61Fiction: Wash Hut, A Novel, Chapter 3
by wannabwestern
Poor Sam, living with his sister and her kids out in the middle of some piece of harsh nowhere, trying to figure out what happened to the pieces of his life. Sissy remembered the fight, NO, disagreement, she had with Gavin over this. She had wanted to give him the spare room she kept for her crafts. Gavin said, no, a man needs his space. published 3 months ago
58Fiction: Wash Hut, A Novel, Chapter 2
by wannabwestern
...Since I can't bottle hope, here I am on a dare." Alice said, brazenly smiling a broad fake smile that showed her even teeth. The fat fortune teller didn't say much, and she smelled like camphor and moth balls. She didn't buy Alice's act. Not for one minute. The fortune teller could smell fear, and it was a perfume. published 4 months ago
62short story: My Secret
by Eileen Hughes
Shane had a bad day at work and came home in a foul mood. He took one look at me digging in the garden and yelled, "For God's sake woman, leave that alone, and I'll do it on the weekend?" "That'd be right!... published 8 months ago
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