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Doing Laundry Archives - Third Person Creative
Doing Laundry – Part 1

Doing Laundry – Part 1

This entry is part 1 of 17 in the series Doing Laundry        “Can I return this?” Eli asked slightly disheveled despite his khaki slacks, maroon v-neck sweater, and dark suede leather jacket. His hair was parted neatly to the side, and his eyes shone a sincere brown....
Doing Laundry – Part 1

Doing Laundry – Part II

This entry is part 2 of 17 in the series Doing Laundry     “Detective Osprey?” A tall man with a receding hairline and weathered skin said as he knocked on the door. Slightly ajar, it eased open on the hinges.      “Yeah…what do you got Lieutenant?” Patrick...
Doing Laundry – Part 1

Doing Laundry – Part III

This entry is part 3 of 17 in the series Doing Laundry       Eli hung up the phone.        I’m losing her.        His world of black, white, and Sadie threatened to collapse into a monochromatic doldrum. It was late. The toner drum made a thrumming noise as it rolled...
Doing Laundry – Part 1

Doing Laundry – Part IV

This entry is part 4 of 17 in the series Doing Laundry       Detective Osprey burst through the revolving doors of the Forestbrook Mall. Lieutenant Ramsey came after at a near jog just to keep up.        “Any idea how we’re going to find him?” Ramsey asked, scanning...
Doing Laundry – Part 1

Doing Laundry – Part V

This entry is part 5 of 17 in the series Doing Laundry    Eli backed away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on the registry.     “Can I help you?” The gray bun asked again, clearly annoyed.     “Huh…wha…oh. No. No. I uh, thought my wife left her keys...