Laundromat Close By Novels & Stories

Her face suddenly turned red, and her heart inexplicably started pounding. Oh, no. She had miscalculated again... “I… I'll go wash the clothes first.” Due to the geographical location and limited sewage pipes in the village, coupled with being the most backward village in Blackath City, not every household here had a washing machine. The village head had built a laundry room next to the supermarket, funded by the village, equipped with twenty washing machines for the villagers to use. The fees were cheap each time and were within the villagers' affordable range, so there would often be queues at the laundry room.

He finished his sandwich and coffee before standing up. "Where are you going? Do you want me to have the driver take you back to Azura?" he asked the man when he stood up. "I'll just get the laundry from our room," Kenneth said. "It's number one on the woman's list, doing laundry every morning, and we can't use the washing machine because she said it easily damages the clothes. Only bed sheets and towels can be washed in the washing machine. His child was still asleep when he entered the room. He was careful not to make any noise to avoid waking the sleeping child and quickly took the basket filled with laundry.

Come on, you're a vampire and I'm a werewolf so we could easily take down any wild animal," he said and without giving me a chance to decide, he took my hand and ran to the outhouse. I was feeling damn cold and I wanted to rush into the outhouse first but he stopped me and motioned at the small gray cement building across the road. "That place looks better," he said and pulled me to the building, not giving me a chance to complain. We got into the building and learnt that it was actually a laundromat. It had a large built-in table for folding clothes and vending machines. I smiled as I saw a blanket in one of the dryers and he went to take the blanket and handed it over to me.

He returns with the parcels, setting them on the dining room table to be put away in a minute. “May I do a load of laundry? Also, I would like to bathe the kids and myself.” Greer asks Liam when he sits the bags down. “Of course. The washer and dryer are that way. There shouldn't be anything in there. The bathroom is upstairs. Need me to show you where it is?” Greer shakes her head. Liam starts to walk into the other room but stops and turns back towards her. “Can you make time to talk to me later? I have something to discuss with you.”

If he didn't say a word, it meant he had no idea what was actually happening with the money. She leaned back in her chair and checked the clock. "Let's see if you even notice." Down on the cracked sidewalks of the East Pier neighborhood, Moss pulled her collar up against the damp wind. She pushed open the door to the corner laundromat. The dryer drums tumbled with a dull, steady thump. "Quiet out there last night?" Moss asked, leaning on the folding counter. The old woman pulling sheets out of a cart looked up, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist. "First time in two weeks nobody smashed the coin boxes. Didn't hear a single yell out back after midnight."

he explained further. I knew nothing about business es for starters. I could only shrug at his question. “I do not know, maybe you would know better considering how open minded you are,” I responded as I ate down the chicken nuggets in one and savored its sweetness. “ I talked to a friend, and they suggested laundress, it’s cheap to get a washing machine, detergents, and the rest, I just need your approval on it,” he explained. I quickly nodded. “Yeah, I can do that,” I muttered cheerfully.

“I’m going to take a nap. Got a headache.” “Alright.” I finished my lunch then washed the dishes in the sink. Then I washed the laundry before I carried it outside. It was supposed to rain in the next few days, so I knew I needed to do all the laundry now—unless we wanted our clothes to smell like rainwater. I hung up Landon’s shirts and jeans then moved on to my clothing. I also had all our towels to get through. One by one, I hung them up, clipping them into place so the sunlight and breeze could dry them out.

She tied back her strawberry blonde tresses, and went to work. The hours slipped by, and it was quite late by the time she was down to the final task. The new washing machine wouldn’t arrive until Monday, and virtually everything in the house was dirty. Jeanie was down to a top that was too tight, and a skirt that was too short for her tastes — especially for going out into public. As late as it would be when she arrived, she wasn’t all that concerned with running into too many people, though. The newer laundromat on the other side of town drew most of the business.

m so I better hurry up. After grabbing all of them, I went outside. There's a mini laundry area downstairs that is mostly used by the tenants in this cheap apartment. When I came in, I saw one of our neighbours also doing his laundry. His name is Art. He smiled when he saw me while he's waiting for the machine to stop. I smiled back at him and went to the vacant machine and started putting all my laundry in it. And after starting it, I went to sit next to him. "How's school?" He suddenly asked, starting a conversation with me.

“Do you mind if I take a shower first?” He shook his head. “I need to take one too.” He must have seen my back stiffen, because he added, “When you get out I’ll hop in.” “Do you know where my clothes ended up?” He pointed to the closet behind me. My clothes were hanging inside. “Oh! Were they cleaned?” They sure looked cleaned. He nodded. “They have a fast turnaround with their laundry service here.” “Well, that’s convenient then." I smiled. "Do you bring girls here often?” I teased.