Flash Fiction: Laundry Monster
Sophie Lopez
Image by Sophie Lopez
Words by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
My laundry is giving me nightmares. When I close my eyes, I see a dingy washroom filled to the brim with rags that I haven't cleaned. I hear my mother reproaching me and wake up in a cold sweat.
It has been a while since I did the laundry. The dirty clothes make a mountain in my bedroom. And I’m sure it’s just a product of stress, but that doesn’t make me feel any better. It certainly wouldn’t make my mother yell at me any less.
My therapist says the easiest solution is doing the laundry. But, easier said than done.
