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Chronicles Of Lonely Man: Lonely Man And The Laundry Room
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Chronicles Of Lonely Man: Lonely Man And The Laundry Room It was laundry night for Lonely Man. If he were lucky the laundry room wouldn't be filled with busy moms and screaming . He lived in a medium sized apartment complex with laundry rooms in each building. He usually use the one in his building but the washers were out of order so he decided to use the one in the adjacent building. He loaded the machine and glanced at his surroundings. Not much different than the one he uses. There was a book rack on the wall and he saw a familiar orange book cover. It was Ray Bradbury's The Illustrated Man. It was his favorite book as a . He remembered carrying it around in his back pocket for an entire summer. He would sit under a tree at the park around the corner from his house and get lost in the stories the tattoos weaved. Sometimes a girl about his age would be at the park playing with her little sister, but he saw them as a distraction to his reading at the time. Constantly screaming and chasing each other, sometime almost tripping over his stretched out legs. He wondered what ever had become of her. He picked up the book and thumbed through it, settling on his favorite story "the Rocket Man". The washer buzzed so he put down the book and tossed his clothes in the dryer and returned to the book. Finished with the one story he flipped through and settled on "Marionettes, Inc." The dryer beeped just as he was finishing that story so he set the book down and folded his clothes. He loaded up is basket and headed back to his apartment leaving the book behind. As he rounded the corner and disappeared into the darkness she walks up, pushes the door open with her ass and plops her basket in front the washer machine. She normally doesn't use this laundry room but the washers in her building were out of order. She loads the washer and looks around. It is not much different than the one in her building save for a book rack on the wall. She sees a familiar book with an orange cover; a seated man covered in tattoos. She remembered as a taking her younger sister to the park and watching her as she played. She would also watch a cute boy sitting under a tree at that park, reading the same book. She would wonder why it was so interesting that he was completely oblivious to her, even though she was usually in the periphery of his vision on purpose, playing tag with her sister, chasing balls, and sometimes nearly tripping over his feet just to get him to notice her. Wondering what had become of that boy and why he found the book so interesting, she settled into a chair and flipped it open, unaware of the adventures that were to unfold.  This blog is written for entertainment purposes only. Mostly mine, but I hope you enjoy it too. |
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actually did enjoy it and made me wonder how many things i have missed out on by just a minutes timing... woop woop
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actually did enjoy it and made me wonder how many things i have missed out on by just a minutes timing... I'm glad you enjoyed it. Comments are always welcome. Mike This blog is written for entertainment purposes only. Mostly mine, but I hope you enjoy it too.
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