By Lois Villemaire
The new clothes washer wasn’t operating and had been sitting useless for three weeks. Taking her final sip of cold coffee and breathing in the aroma, she saw her unhappy reflection in the bottom of the mug. The repair man arrived yesterday and was stymied by the way the lid remained locked after the cycle ended. He ordered replacement parts and scheduled another visit. She glanced at the mountain of dirty clothes. Her favorite jeans were being held captive inside the evil machine along with unfamiliar lipstick stains on her husband’s shirt. She focused her anger on the clothes washer.
“I write to explore moments and the feelings that are under the surface.” – the writer