Advent Calendar Challenge: Day Five

[froodle]

Today's prompt was "laundry day" by lipstickcat


Laundry Day was Lodgepoole's favourite time of the week. Every Saturday morning, the washing machine-less citizens of Eerie would flock to the Eeriemat, and he could sit behind his huge oak desk and let the claws do their work, safe in the knowledge that he would have reached his lost sock quota before he finished his first cup of coffee.

The reject-tubes for the seven and eight dryers led straight down to the receiving area where Lodgepoole had his office, and every Saturday, along with misappropriated socks and other items of clothing, the good, clean smell of detergent and fabric softener would filter down and permeate the high-ceilinged room. For a few hours, the dusty smell of misplaced and long-forgotten property would be hidden by the scent of soap and warm cotton. Then, if Al had done his work to standard that week and kept the economy running smoothly, Lodgepoole could dream of the life he might have had on the surface, one that perhaps included a wife and child and a dog whose paws were always muddy and whose antics filled the house with exasperated laughter and the continuous low drone of the washing machine.

Comments

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

aw, this's cute.

[froodle]

Thank you

[deifire]

Oh, nice! I like that Lodgepoole sometimes dreams of a surface life.

[froodle]

How old.is he? How long has he been down there? We know he was there for the 87 crash, but he also talks about the great depression... how many years has he spent "pruning back on huma.itys.exceses"... and what happens now.hes aboveground again?

[lipstickcat.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Lodgepool.... <3

[froodle]

Its really.sad when he says the only.person he knows far away is al. I mean its.played.for.laughs.with "and.i.certainly.wouldnt want to be reminded of.him", but... damn.