Wash
Thinking and feeling and reaction and then examining those reactions. Nothing felt right. Not completely and he wanted something that would. The laundromat was as full as he’d ever seen it. Every one of them facing the door and waiting.
Rabbit fed the machine and sat down to read.
The main character was too similar from the start, and other bits reminded him of the things he was trying not to think about. He pulled the treat from his breast pocket and struggled against the plastic wrap. The middle had warmed, and the layers slid apart as he bit in.
Rinse
Then you peel off the soaked socks and leave footprints from the front to the back to drop off the groceries and other things you’ve bought because you thought buying things would make you feel better. Different. Changed. Or at least get you out of the house. You’ve spent too much time there lately. The air is stale and a little suffocating. Too many of the same ideas are trapped have have begun to smell and the two hours you were gone weren’t enough to clear them.
Maybe if you opened the window the rain’ll come in. Maybe that’ll help.
Dry
Trout didn’t know what should go where.
Non and fiction next to each other. Alphabetically. Did that had something to do with it? He thought if he could figure this problem out, the solution to the other would fall into place.
Trout dropped two books on the heap and answered the door. The neighbourhood mystic stood there, his laundry bag over her shoulder.
“I knew you’d show up,” he said.
She sneered and stepped in, dropping the laundry on the bed.
“Reorganizing, huh?” she said. “That’s a nice distraction.”
Trout shrugged and shuffled to the kitchen to start the coffee.