He was folding the fitted sheet when he saw it. He didn’t actually saw it, not at the beginning at least. It was more like a perception that something was different in that familiar space. He has been coming to the laundry every Friday for six months. Always at the same time. At 10 pm on Friday no one like to do the laundry. No one but him. And this was exactly what he was looking for. Solitude. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, there was a time where his life was all about people. The problem was that people didn’t like him. Not after the incident.
One Apple A Day #139
One Apple A Day #139
One Apple A Day #139
He was folding the fitted sheet when he saw it. He didn’t actually saw it, not at the beginning at least. It was more like a perception that something was different in that familiar space. He has been coming to the laundry every Friday for six months. Always at the same time. At 10 pm on Friday no one like to do the laundry. No one but him. And this was exactly what he was looking for. Solitude. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, there was a time where his life was all about people. The problem was that people didn’t like him. Not after the incident.