Dirty Laundry
Laundry day was their dating day. The lover expected to see her at the laundromat. Found her husband holding a bottle of brandy instead.
“Amber is dead,” he said offering a drink.
“Rest her soul,” the lover drank.
“Am I bleeding?” he asked collapsing.
“To tiny relationships,” said the husband.
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This was my entry to and
’s 5-Minute Daily Freewrite: Weekend Single Prompt Option: ALL PROMPTS. You can see the details here.