This week’s microfiction is a 90-word story about repeating cycles.
Cycles
Kerrie sat in the laundromat, detergent fragrancing the air, and considered the washing cycle. Pre-wash, soak, wash, rinse, spin. The result? Refreshed. Renewed. Reborn.
How simple would life be if humans had a wash cycle? Add a bit of bleach for the stains of the soul. Pre-wash yourself with shame, then soak up the guilt. Wash away your failings. Rinse off. Spin yourself into a life that will soon become dirtied again.
The buzzer beeped. Kerrie checked her clothes.
The bloodstains had washed away, but they would be back soon.
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Oooo...did she kill someone...?