I am not sure how old the thick glass door is, but it might be from the early eighties. I swipe the access card, and the push bar lets me free inside the apartment. Waiting on the elevator now for the second floor, and I hear chattering behind me in Hindi...
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Laundry Stories
like how today there was this tall girlcrossing the street in the afternoon sundark and pure as a hundred summer midnightsbraids long as her spinelaughing at something with her friendsnatural and selfless as windand the way it plunged meinto the deepest a...
Night of the Clippies Part Two
From Clotheslines to KillersPart Two: Night of the Clippies A half hour later, Monroe was alert, bandaged and bruised, but sitting upright in the kitchen chair drinking a tall glass of orange juice. He borrowed the phone and called Sheriff Taylor at his home. “Hey boss. My apologies...
Where Does The Missing Sock Go?
Steps can be taken to minimize frustration, even if it’s a parallel universe.An irritating thing in life that really gets me pissed, is searching for the one damn sock that invariably gets missed. I take great care to fill my washer with sock pairs that match. But somehow one sock disappears when I open my dryer latch! I wind up w...