Anyone who's ever spent time in a laundromat can probably relate to this one.
The Laundromat
The dryer spun, articles of clothing making brief
appearances in the round window before tumbling out of sight.
The man sat, feet up, balancing on the back legs of the
plastic chair, watching his laundry dry.
Behind him a woman stood, fuming. The man had removed her still damp clothes from the dryer and replaced them with his own.
He never saw the machete in the woman’s hand.
The dryer spun, articles of clothing now stained red making brief appearances in the round window before tumbling out of sight, providing occasional glimpses of the man’s wide-eyed severed head.
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