9Tales Told in the Dark 25 by 9 Tales Told in the Dark

Author:9 Tales Told in the Dark [Dark, 9 Tales Told in the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bride of Chaos
Published: 2020-01-08T23:00:00+00:00

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WASH AND REPEAT by Steve Ranking

3:15 P.M.

Michael arrived at the Laundromat at precisely 3:15 P.M. What had Darcie had told him? Darcie with her jet black curly hair and eyes too soft to be called blue.

She said, “Every week, same time, a routine is relief.”

Not that he had made being at the Laundromat on a Sunday at 3:15 P.M a routine.

“A routine is relief,” Michael said to himself as he loaded up two washers. He brought nearly his entire wardrobe, aside from what he wore and the rattier t-shirts, jeans, boxers, and socks. In truth, he almost never wore his suits and button downs but a conversation with his sister had inspired him to present a more regal lifestyle without speaking of one.

“The illusion, the dream,” his sister told him. “She will be less disappointed when she learns you punch holes in metal for a living because it’s not like you lied to her. All women are detectives. We love clues. If we are a bad detective then that’s our fault.”

“What should I wear?” Michael asked her next.

And thus, Michael stood in a sporty black pair of Adidas sweat pants that he’d bought the night before and a light grey Puma t-shirt.

“This promises fitness.”

Not that Michael had a six-pack or even a beer belly. His frame, as all the men in his family, stayed lean and scarecrow-like.

“Do not, and I mean do not forget your posture.”

Michael practiced pulling his shoulders back so that his chest stuck out more than his normally drooping chin. Mirrors on the far wall of the Laundromat confirmed he stood correctly.

The large middle-aged woman in the background didn’t notice Michael admiring his reflection. He took no further chances lest she rat him out to his crush Darcie. Darcie with pale but freckled cheeks and lips as pink as hollyhock.

But standing so erect tired him, and he found himself checking not just the clock above the Laundromat entrance but also the clock on his phone, just in case his ability to read the hands of the clock had been so effected by his day-to-day reliance on his cellphone’s digital display, and the fact that Darcie should have been there by now.

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