"Where do you usually dry your clothes?"
"Oh the drying rack its in the closet." Johnny replied.
She opened the closet and found scattered everything things that looked like they should be recycled. With those she also saw a strange hunk of metal. She pulled it out and it accordian stretch up then back down, until she found the lock. There was now what she thought was something suitable enough to put the clothes on.
She laid the sheets on it.
"Just make sure its all on layer, they don't dry if their bunched." Johnny called from the bedroom.
The floor now that the sheet was hanging down started to get a small puddle.
"Johnny why not use the dryer? Its like 75 cents or something."
"1.50 now, and besides its also my humidifier."
Her hands were cracked, but they always were all winter. She straightened the sheets and looked around. There were a few plants that she thought were doing surprisingly well given all these circumstances.
She got a dish cloth from the kitchen and mopped up the puddle she wrung out the dish clothe over the sink, there was so much water.
She looked at the whiskey. That mother fucker she thought. She couldn't remember the room number. She looked out the peep hold into the hallway. She wanted to wait there and find her.
"Oh the drying rack its in the closet." Johnny replied.
She opened the closet and found scattered everything things that looked like they should be recycled. With those she also saw a strange hunk of metal. She pulled it out and it accordian stretch up then back down, until she found the lock. There was now what she thought was something suitable enough to put the clothes on.
She laid the sheets on it.
"Just make sure its all on layer, they don't dry if their bunched." Johnny called from the bedroom.
The floor now that the sheet was hanging down started to get a small puddle.
"Johnny why not use the dryer? Its like 75 cents or something."
"1.50 now, and besides its also my humidifier."
Her hands were cracked, but they always were all winter. She straightened the sheets and looked around. There were a few plants that she thought were doing surprisingly well given all these circumstances.
She got a dish cloth from the kitchen and mopped up the puddle she wrung out the dish clothe over the sink, there was so much water.
She looked at the whiskey. That mother fucker she thought. She couldn't remember the room number. She looked out the peep hold into the hallway. She wanted to wait there and find her.
