Sunday, October 25, 2015

100 Words a Day 731

Sara sighed. She stared into the drum of the washer and nearly cried from frustration. It was full of water. Her clothes were sopping wet. They would require at least two cycles in the dryer. She would have to walk up and down the stairs a whole extra time. It didn’t sound like much, she only lived on the third floor. But she loathed laundry. Sighing again, she twisted as much water out of her garments as she could and put them in the dryer. Her fingers ached by the time she pushed in the lever to start the machine.

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