I got bored doing copy edits, and I’ve had this photo (not mine) knocking around for a while, so decided to write a short story about it. You can read The Weekly Wash in the free ENF stories section of my website. Here’s a teaser:

“I don’t own many clothes,” she said, “I mean, I do. But they’re not here. They’re in a container somewhere.”

“Somewhere?”

“Down the west coast. From Portland.”

“Ah,” Duncan said.

“So I have to do a lot of washing until they arrive.”

“Or until you buy some more,” he said. She blushed again.

“It seems wasteful,” Melanie replied, not wanting to admit that this apartment was taking a lot of her money right now.

“So I wash everything once a week,” she continued.

“Everything?” he asked, and Melanie blushed as she picked up a pair of pale cream knickers and tossed them into the drum.

“Um… yeah….” she threw a t-shirt on top to hide her embarrassment.

“Or almost everything,” he said with a smirk, looking her up and down for a second. Her heart raced: was he checking her out?

Read the rest of The Weekly Wash.

I hope you like it!