Big Load
by Marley Quinn
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Big Load
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
Quick ‘n Easy
I had put it off as long as possible, but the moment finally came where I literally had no more clean clothes left.
I had been hoping the landlord would fix the machine in the basement, but no dice, so at two in the morning, I walked into the only laundromat I knew of that was 24 hours: Quick 'n Easy, which was just off campus.
The only items I had left to wear in my apartment were a pair of bikini bottoms and an old t-shirt I’d picked up at Camp Wildwood when I was in the 4th grade.
I was still proud that I’d won a camp archery competition at age ten, but now the shirt barely covered my breasts. It wasn’t my finest look, but it was the middle of the night, so I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone I knew.
It took a while to lug all the bags out of the car and inside. Six loads. That’s a lot, even for me. Luckily, Quick 'n Easy was deserted, so I went down the line, filling the machines with my soiled clothes. I broke a $5 bill to get some detergent out of the vending machine, and then I settled in to wait for my clothes to wash.
The laundromat was old and looked run-down, with a few ancient magazines to browse through. I took a seat and began to laugh as I read all the celebrity gossip that might’ve been fresh back when my mother was my age.
I was lost in an article about dieting tips when the door opened and in walked a young man with a bulging plastic sack slung over his shoulder, looking somewhat nervous and out of place.
I didn’t know his name, but I recognized him, having seen him around campus a few times. He was one of those quiet types, always lost in thought or looking up at the clouds, and I’d always wondered what his deal was. Now I had my chance.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as he looked around as if he’d never been in ...