Paula grumbled as she trudged down the apartment stairs to the building’s laundry room. As much as she loved her two-bedroom apartment with full on views of the San Francisco Bay from every room, she didn’t appreciate the shared laundry space.
“Stop complaining,” her boyfriend, Donald, exclaimed. “There are only five other apartments in this small building. And everyone is gracious and uses the washer/dryer at different times.”
True, that, but the schedule worked because Paula did her laundry at 6:30 a.m., when most of the other building’s occupants were either still sleeping or getting ready for work.
Sure enough, the basement room, simple with white walls, gray linoleum floors, and one industrial-sized washer and one dryer, was empty. What Donald didn’t know was that Paula had been desperate for a clean pair of undies, so she snuck down to the laundry room at 10 the night before and did a load of whites. Now, early in the morn, all she had to do was pull them out of the washer and into the dryer, and she’d be ready for work with clean clothes in 45 minutes.
Except. Wait. What was this? As Paula pulled out the damp load and began to throw the clothes into the huge dryer, a shiver ran down her spine. This pink women’s top wasn’t hers, and neither was the two pair of blue jeans – one size 6 (she only wished) and one men’s Levi’s.
Feeling a sense of I shouldn’t be doing this, Paula continued to pull out clothes that obviously weren’t hers: men’s plaid boxer shorts; a blue flannel shirt (men’s or women’s, she wondered); two long-sleeved t-shirts, one green and light blue; and a lavender nightie.
On a hunch, Paula examined the silk-like short nightgown with thin straps and lace at the hem. Was that…? Didn’t that look like….? BLOOD? Blood that had not washed away?
Paula stepped away, holding back a scream when Stefan, the neighbor who had just moved into the apartment above her, entered the room, saying softly: “Is there a problem?”
da da da duuuummmm….
This just made me think of the episode of The Big Bang Theory when Penny didn’t have any quarters so she was sneaking small amounts of her washing into other people’s loads.
Also, it made me think that when I move into an apartment (my retirement dream), I must get my own washing machine.
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Quarters are a NECESSITY in a Laundry Room. Did Stefan run out of quarters? Hmmmm. Yes, your own washing machine is much safer. Who knows what you’d find in a shared one….
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Apparently I would be a terrible storyteller because my thoughts went to ‘some jerk threw a pink shirt and blue jeans into her load of whites’. The horror! 😀
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My first thought as well!!
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That was my first thought too! Lol.
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Great minds 😆
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I hope you’re doing well, Joanne. It was great to see you here. ❤
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Thanks Diana, I am well. My inspiration has been leading me in other directions than blogging 🙂
I hope you and all yours are keeping well. The covid numbers coming out of the US are quite frightening. I don’t think we’ll be seeing anything ‘normal’ for a long while.
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Congrats on following your inspiration, Joanne. Yes, quite frightening. We’re just hunkering down. Be safe, my friend. ❤
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Hunkering down is the safest bet right now 💕
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Lots of different types of stories come from shared laundry rooms, for sure. I’ve heard many fights can ensue when someone puts bright colors into someone else’s whites…. Including blood!
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Some people have been provoked for lesser crimes 😉
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Laughing… (and I shouldn’t…)
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Yup me too
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Uh, oh! I hope there’s going to be a part 2!
Our first apartment was in garden apartment complex, and the laundry facilities were in a separate building throughout the place. I thought it was creepy, as well as being inconvenient. So we used to wait until we were completely out of clothes, then my husband would pack all the dirty laundry into the car, drive across the lot to the building, and camp out there for a few hours and grade papers or something. It’s possible that I bought us both a lot of extra underwear. . .😏
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When I visited my mom’s apartment I’d offer to do her laundry in the floor’s shared washer and dryer. I was amazed how many people started the wash and then left it in the machine for hours. Urgh. Finally, people who needed the machine would just throw the stuff onto the top of the machine, I think at times, violence ensued…
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I can imagine!
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yikes! quick, act like you didn’t notice anything…….
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That would be the smartest response!
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This is why I don’t use public laundry facilities. Being falsely accused of a crime is a fear of mine. 🙂
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Well, I learn something new about you every week, Jill. 🙂
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❤
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Oooh – I love this kind of story, Pam. Great job! Do you think this potentially dangerous new neighbor was nice enough to put her wash in the dryer? So many questions!
Also – it reminds me of many laundry room stories of my own but never with plot developments like yours, mostly just an impatient person leaving my wet stuff on a table!
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I do worry about where my imagination leads me sometimes, Barbara. 🙂 But I’ve definitely been in this laundry room. No Stefan in my experiences though.
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Yikes! More to come, I hope? This brought back memories of doing laundry in our first apartment and how my husband could never understand why I didn’t want to leave our laundry there unattended. Who knows what goes on there when we’re not looking…
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Sometimes I don’t know which is scarier …. waiting it out in a laundry room, or leaving your ‘stuff’ there. Alone. ;-0
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Nothing like a good old laundry room mystery. I look forward to part two!
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Whoa. From the comments here I realize I’ve hit a button – a laundry room button. Who knew? Now I have to figure out what “the rest of the story is.” 😉
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The comments were great, Pam. I had no idea that people had so many laundry room stories. Lol.
Practical me, just wanted to know where her whites were. Grab em and go. I hope that the blood isn’t really blood, but can’t wait to read part 2 to find out. You are such a tease with these. Have a wonderful weekend, my friend. ❤
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I was just as surprised as you, Diana, re so many laundry room stories from our fellow bloggers. Most of us have had some experience with laundry rooms, though, and when you think about it, the combination of small(ish) room, no windows, dirty laundry, and strangers, you realize this is a scenario prime for ‘complications.’
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Lol. Like BLOOD! I fortunately have had few laundry room challenges in my life. 🙂 Will there be a part 2?
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I HAVE to write a Part 2 now or followers will de-follow me. ;-( Hmmmm, blood, Stefan, nightie and undies. Whatever will happen next?
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Super story. Pamela. Like the rest, I was initially worried about the jeans and the whites. Got over that quick with the other worries.
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We do like our whites white, and our pinks, pink, don’t we? And here I was just worried about the blood, along with Paula. ;-0
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I am banned for life from doing laundry. Small matter of a red t-shirt in with the white bath towels.
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Smart move on your part. One (“small mistake”) and you don’t need to do laundry ever again. 🙂
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I have also been banned for life from the grocery store, A small matter of not turning in the coupons. 😀
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Oh yes. And buying spomething not on the list. (Cheetos)
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Yikes! My palms are sweaty just thinking about being in the laundry room and making the discovery. As to the mixed clothes my guess Stefan is not 50 or older or certainly there would be laundry sorting. 🙂
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Haha, good point, Sue. You’d make a good detective! Hmmm, do YOU know if Stefan is hiding something???
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I’m thinking this may be the first in a series?
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A great laundromat story. I can’t wait to hear what happens next. Several years ago we had our laundry stolen from a laundromat in Switzerland.
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Hey, Gerlinde. Not everyone can say they had their laundry stolen …. in Switzerland. But still, that puts a double twist on a story, ’cause what does a traveling person do when their clothes are taken away?? You have me wondering now.
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Wow–so many comments and so many laundry rooms 🙂 You can’t leave us in suspense, Pam, ’cause the “hottie”–I’m assuming he’s a “hottie” new neighbour isn’t really as bad as we think. . . .?
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You know me (and my romantic twists) too well. Stefan is a hottie, huh? Well, that may add sauce to the story.
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Friday seems so far away. . . . 😦
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Dirty underwear and dirty thoughts! Powerful pink palpitations prevail. You’ve got my panties in a twist Pam! 😜
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Best “P” alliteration I’ve seen in decades, Brad. With a perfect pantie twist at the end. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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A perfect pantie plot pivot! 😜 Happy Fourth!
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Cliff hanger! Dang…
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I like to leave my readers hanging, Elizabeth. But now they’re all clamoring for an ending. Any ideas? ;-0
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I abandoned laundry duty long ago but we’ve no experience of a shared laundry room. Seems spooky! I am hanging at the cliff Pam and my imagination is going wild. Let me hold my thoughts till you spill the truth, which I am sure, you are still trying to conjure! 🙂
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You know me well, Balroop (isn’t that fun?). Yup, trying to conjure up what the heck Stefan (and Paula) are up to. Stay tuned… xo
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Oh no! Great cliff hanger, Pamela:) This brought back memories of shared laundry years ago… luckily I never ran into blood!
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I started this story based on a prompt to “write about something unusual happening in a laundry room.” And suddenly, a laundry room that I used in my past rushed back to the present to present me with a dashing mystery. Now, about that blood….
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Oooh, you’ve already got me hooked. I lived in s building with a laundry room for years and this immediately took me back there (although, thankfully, that is where the comparison stopped)
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As difficult as it can be sharing a laundry room with others, it sure can open up the imagination!
Yes, this story brought back for many of us memories of those years we mixed up laundry with fellow dwellers. Ah, the “good old days.” 😉
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Come on, Pam, you’re not done with this story. I’m not just paying you a false compliment. You’ve got the beginnings of a suspenseful novel here. As a reader, I would love to know where this one goes.
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As a writer, I’d love to know where this one goes, too. Well, I always find the first hook easy. Now I’ve been challenged to keep the story interesting. Wish me luck, and tune in next Friday. Thanks much for the encouragement, Pete.
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Wow quite a mysterious story, Pam and Paula really got frightened and then to see blood all over. Too good and a suspenseful novel for sure.
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What we see and what we think we see can be two separate things. Or… they can be the same. Which is it in this story? Tune in next Friday! 🙂
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For sure will definitely tune in next Friday.
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Paula might be a nice person but her ‘brain light’ is dim – how about washing some undies in the bathroom sink? 10:00 pm in SF or any city is a dangerous time to wander alone…sure, likely safe, but near waterfront and the unknown desperate and homeless…NO WANDERING ABOUT ALONE!
PS: ‘Paula’ BETTER not be PAMELA – or, a spanking from hubby is in order!!!
With all that written above, GREAT plot for a story – so, get to writing a WIP or I might steal the idea… 🙂 Be safe, and, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY! to you and your family! ♥♥♥
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I love your response, Billy Ray, This is definitely Paula’s story, but yes, Pamela has been as reckless at times, too (in the past). Sometimes those we think are the safest are the opposite. Hmmm, is this foreshadowing of the next installment? I know you write great scary suspense stories, Billy Ray. But I get too frightened halfway into the “bad” stuff. 🙂 Happy 4th to you and yours. ❤
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Looking forward to reading the finished version… I know it will be excellent, dear Warrior Princess…
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PS: shoot Stefan! I just don’t like his name! 🙂
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Ooh, that took me by surprise as like others I was working on the lines that someone had thrown their clothes in and ruined her whites. Loved reading everyone’s laundry stories.
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Who knew we all had so many laundry stories? I should have made this a “fill in what happens next” slot for next week! 🙂
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Before that guy Stefan showed up, I would have been freaking out and shouting through clenched teeth: “Where are my undies?” I hope there’s a part 2, Pam. 🙂
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Well, I guess I’m going to have to come up with a Part 2, if for no other reason to find out where Paula’s undies are! 🙂
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I hate it when you leave us hanging like this!!!! Are you going to continue with part two next Friday?
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I HAVE to continue with Part 2 now or my followers will de-follow me. If you have any ideas, pass them along! :-0 And don’t give up on me and my flash anthology. It’s coming along, s l o w l y. xo
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Oh, thank heavens there will be a follow-up! 😉 And I’m glad to hear that you’re still working on the anthology. That’s great. You have some wonderful stories to put in it.
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You had me going there thinking foul play/ illicit affair? I hope there’ll be a Part II – waiting with bated breath!
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Foul play is a good possibility, Marian. Or “laundry play.” :-0 🙂
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My laundry days are never that interesting.
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Haha. And thank the lord for that, right? 🙂
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Interesting story line, I thought. And easy flow writing and of course, you left me hanging! 🙂 I want to know more.
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Thanks for enjoying this flash laundry fiction, Carol. Yes, I better continue next week – is the laundry “hanging on the line?” Or is Paula???
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Cliff hanger… Paula may be in for one of those herself! Well done, Pam.
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Good point, Bette. Forget about a cliff hanger for the readers. Poor Paula – what’s gonna happen to HER? 🙂
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You’ve made chills run down my spine. Please say that there will be a Part 2!
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Since everyone seems to want to know “what happens next,” I’m going to work on Part 2. I’m a bit worried for Paula and hoping she doesn’t get “hung out to dry.” 🙂
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Great story, Pam. I waded in up to my hips. 😉 You can pull us on so easily. My clothes go into the bathtub before they’d ever go to the laundromat again. Any apartment I’ve rented in the past 20 years has had laundry in unit. It’s worth the extra money. My daughter brought hers here because I didn’t think her laundry area was safe. I hope this has a happy ending.
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Most of my life (after college) I’ve also been fortunate to have my own laundry area, Marlene. But in one condo, I needed to use a shared laundry room like Paula’s. Many times my imagination ran wild. And now I have a chance to use that imagination with Paula. 🙂
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You have THE BEST imagination! I’ve done the laundry routine on occasion but somehow I was dumb enough not to be frightened. 😉
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My first thought was, oh no, the knickers will be pink! Great cliff hanger, waiting for Part 2…
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Part 2 will reveal – undies and all. 🙂
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Hoo boy. That sounds like trouble.
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Trouble is always fun in fiction. In real life? Not so much. 🙂 Here’s to our own washer and dryer, Jacqui.
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“Is there a problem?”
“Um . . . yes. My load of whites, WITH my clean undies, is MIA. You haven’t seen it, have you?”
{{guilty pause}} “Sorry. I moved your load of whites to start my load . . . but I don’t see it. I thought I put it in the dryer, but now I’m not sure. I was so tired. We just moved in, I’ve been busy unpacking, my boyfriend was threatening me with a knife for not doing the laundry while he was at work, I felt frazzled. Well, you know how it is, I’m sure.”
“Sure. Absolutely. . . . Wait! What did you say?”
“Which part?”
“Oh, shit. Never mind. I’ve got to go. I’m going to be late for work . . . unless I go commando.”![:mrgreen:](https://s0.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/mrgreen.svg)
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WOW! Nice job of moving the story along, Nancy, with dialogue no less! There’s a whole lot MORE to the story, in your story. 🙂 xo
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Thanks, Pam.
One thread leads to the next, eh? 😯
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Ahhhh, I have to admit I hate doing laundry at one of those public laundry places. One of the joys in most places in SE Asia, certainly in Viet Nam is one can drop off one’s clothes at a place and pick them up the next day, all clean and beautifully folded for very little money. That said, in our recent house that we rented there, we had a our own laundry machine and I loved the joy of having one all to ourselves and then hanging up the clothes and towels to dry in the wind.
Peta
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I remember you writing about the clean and folded laundry in Vietnam in your blog, Peta. I’ve never been “spoiled” in that way, having laundry done for us. Sounds delightful, to be honest. I wonder what the laundry situation is in your new home in Mexico? Perhaps an idea for one of your blog posts!
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What a great beginning to the story, Pam!! I’d certainly read on…..
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Okay, I’ll write on … and see what happens to Paula! Stay tuned on Friday.
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Darn, I want the rest of the story NOW! Wide awake because people are setting off fireworks in all directions and now there’s possible fireworks in this laundry room. Yikes!
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Fireworks scare me – whether in the sky or in a laundry room. Hope you got back to sleep. I’ve never understood the enticement or enjoyment of fireworks, Kathy. Call me dull (you wouldn’t be the first). 🙂
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You are the last person I would call dull!!
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Awwww. My bright soul bows to your bright soul. xoxo
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Pam, I love the innocuous setting of the start of this tale and you build up the tension superbly! I can’t wait to read the second part of this!
I’ve had this happen to me as a student (minus the blood part!) as I started to unload my washing early one morning only to find a stranger’s clothes in there! Scanning the laundry room someone had dumped my clothes in a corner on the floor! I was so happy when I bought my own washing machine at my first home … ridiculously excited!
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Smiling, thinking of you being “ridiculously” excited about having your own washing machine. But yes, I totally understand. So much can happen… in a laundry room … for heaven’s sake. ;-0
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LOL….well, now, what have we hear..:) So I’m wondering. Do you already know or are you digesting the scene for a while?
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I’ve been digesting for five days, and now… now I know what happens! When you have chance, check it out on Friday or soon after. 🙂
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When we were first married we lived in a large apartment building with a laundry room on the ground floor, just down the hall. It was always clean, but I still wiped out the washer and dryer before using it. Now, I would feel I really had to sanitize it inside and out. Great story.
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Cleaning was imperative “back then” at a laundry room and more than a necessity now. Add a stranger and blood on a women’s shirt …. and you’ve added more “dirt” to the mix. 🙂
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Great story, Pam! I’d love to hear what happens next. Those communal laundry rooms were always the worst part of apartment living.
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In past experience, I’ve found communal laundry rooms are difficult even on good days; they can be downright nasty on bad days. On the other hand, they offer great story plots… 🙂
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Oooh, you got my attention, Pam! Like others, I first thought that the new, colored, clothes would have messed up the whites. For some reason I’m more curious about what happened to Paula’s clothes than about why there’s a bloody dress in the washer… 🙂
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You are not the only one, Liesbet. I think those of us who have had ‘bad experiences’ with ruined clothes due to shared laundry rooms have that instinctive reaction. ;-0 🙂
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When I see your email in my inbox, Pam, I sit down, focused, ready for a ride. You never disappoint. And today’s ride scattered me in many different directions. I left with an uneasy feeling. I believe it is more than just the blue jeans and the pink shirt.🧐
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What a compliment, Erica. That you prepare for my posts with attention and enthusiasm. You are such a friend!! Yes, I think Paula should be very uneasy… let’s see if we find out next Friday. ;-0
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The laundry room can be a scary place. Now you just gonna leave us hangin’? 🙂 xx
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Well, sometimes laundry is left hangin’ on the line. But I’ll see if I can find out what happens to Paula… 🙂
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Lol, we wait 🙂 xx
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Ooooh, this sounds very intriguing. I would hate to share laundry facilities with other people.
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It’s a humbling experience, Robbie. xo
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Oh man! I’m worried about Paula, but *ick* about the laundry. Shared laundry machines lead to some weird things, but this…
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Ick is the perfect word. And to think how three letters can denote so much!
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Oh! So good, Pam! Great to be behind in my reading as now I can go read part 2 right now!
I can tell you that there is no way in hell I would EVER live in a place if I can’t have my own washer and dryer.
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I said that for years (no way in hell) and then suddenly for two years we found ourselves in this amazing condo with incredible SF views that, yup, had a shared laundry. The realtor insisted “don’t let this stop you from living in this fabulous location.” So, we lived in it and I disliked every minute of sharing that laundry space, even though the five other condo-dwellers were super nice and considerate. So, never again. ;-0 But, fun to write fiction about it.
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Goes to show how we should never say never… But you didn’t stay, did you? AND at least you got a great short story out of it!
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Two years of incredible views, a fabulous locaton, and running up and down stairs to do the laundry. No Stefan though, at least. 🙂
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Shivers….. I felt I could hear the music of Psycho Eeeek Eeeek Shrrrreeeek…. I swear right on the last line 🙂
( on a personal note.. I finally got a new washing machine installed today, after mine broke beyond repair three weeks ago… Thank goodness for a daughter and her washing machine I could drive to 😉 )
Love and Hugs dear Pam… 🙂 ❤
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There’s something icky about washing your dirty things in the same machine that other people wash their dirty things. Makes for great fiction – not so fun for those who must do it every week. ;-0 Cheers for your new washing machine! 🙂
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👍😊 Thank you. I don’t think I could stand sharing an apartment washing room either. 😊 😘
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Wait – and that’s all you’re writing?!? Great – and unexpected – ending!
Ah yes – shared laundry, if not in the apartment building basement, then when you had to take it to the actual laundromat down a few blocks. Where now your intermingling with even more strangers multiplied exponentially. All I can say is, thankfully we were younger and could still deal with it all. Nowadays, I’d have to run an empty washer through with bleach first!
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Glad you read my first parter, and then went on to the second. Yes, sharing laundry “equipment” was bad enough in pre-Covid days. Now? Scary and challenging.
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