dizzy dayz – Page 55 – Diva's Laundry Service

Sandy’s place always smelled of apple pie. When you’d leave the smell would trail you down the street. As I passed old Sandy’s place long since closed (she’d passed away) I saw the gutter overflowed with leaves. Down the street past Sandy’s place I looked up, just beyond the streetlight Towards the tower where IContinueContinue reading “Sandy's Place”

Morning on the Edge of Town

The picture on the bedroom wall rattled as the train passed nearby headed for the railway station. The early morning air smelled of manure and early morning rain as the rhythm of the train pulled me awake. DizzyDezzi (c) 2016

Fertilizer Poem

“Yup. Smells like fertilizer,” she said, as she diligently folded the letter. The poem was sappy and nostalgic; full of sweet-nothings that they hadn’t felt for each other, in ages. She opened the window and tossed, what was now, a paper airplane, outside. She danced, while she sang, “Forget You”, as if it were aContinueContinue reading “Fertilizer Poem”

Typical Work Day

The water sloshed around the linens, like the tide washing back onto the shore. Another pile of laundry sat nearby. The ink-stained synthetic fabric would be hell to get clean, but WD-40 is always up to the task. I try to fold the linens, professionally; better than any cheap motel attendant. It’s my duty andContinueContinue reading “Typical Work Day”