Seeing the twisted rusting mangle with its wooden rollers black and scented with mould brought back the sounds of washday: thumps of the dolly in the tub, the tweak of the turning wheel, and the clatter of voices.Tears threaten so he turned away but holding his hand she understood.
Random Word: I Remember
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.