Written by Sara Mikula

You were born into the Laundromat service. As a young child you enjoyed the smell of dryer sheets and detergent, the sound of clothes tumbling and drying in the machines, and the feel of fresh clean clothes on your body.

     There were parts of the city, other than yours, that smelled like fresh laundry. You walked slower through those parts and even lingered sometimes until your senses adjusted and you couldn’t smell the fresh laundry anymore.

        You inherited the business and worked every day of the week. Every Friday you treated yourself to the movies, purchasing a popcorn and soda too, which you finished during the previews.

        Many people came to your Laundromat to do their laundry, but you never met any of them. They read their books and magazines and bought soda from the vending machine. Sometimes they left their books and magazines and you would collect them and read them when you went home after closing.

          You grew old and you enjoyed the process.

      When you died the Laundromat closed and your customers had to find another Laundromat. They wondered what happened but never found out. They continued to have clean clothes and they enjoyed sodas from other vending machines. They left their books and magazines in the new Laundromat and these were thrown away at the end of each day.

This work was featured in issue #2