3 thoughts on “#WordlessWednesday: Still Life With Laundry, or: There’s Stories Buried Under There”
The banality of laundry day. The light flicks on, and there it sits…a basket overflowing with the week’s grass stains and spilled orange juice. Suddenly, a tiny, almost imperceptible rustling. A small foot emerges. A tiny hand pulling soiled socks out of the way. A flash of silvery light, and a small wing…
There you go… Lol. A fairy tale in the laundry room.
Hah, that is awesome. Thank you for writing me my very own fairy tale! Hey, you could submit that at Enchanted Conversations for their flash fiction posts. 😀
The banality of laundry day. The light flicks on, and there it sits…a basket overflowing with the week’s grass stains and spilled orange juice. Suddenly, a tiny, almost imperceptible rustling. A small foot emerges. A tiny hand pulling soiled socks out of the way. A flash of silvery light, and a small wing…
There you go… Lol. A fairy tale in the laundry room.
Hah, that is awesome. Thank you for writing me my very own fairy tale! Hey, you could submit that at Enchanted Conversations for their flash fiction posts. 😀
Lol. You’re welcome. Maybe I will look at Enchanted Conversations. 🙂