Laundry at 7pm in Fall: A Vignette

I’m surrounded by darkness. I could be lost in the wilderness, surrounded by anything. My flashlight shows only the ground in front of me.

ACK WHAT’S THAT IT’S THE BLAIR WITCH COMING TO GET ME!

Oh, it’s a guy walking his very tiny dog.

In the blackness, all I see are shapes, monsters on all sides, waiting to pounce.  Oh wait. As I get closer, I can see a fake palm tree made out of lights. That’s a row of class A RVs. Never mind.

I trudge on, my light bouncing off of the trees, with their long spindly arms, assuredly full of spiders. I hear voices and shouts. Fire crackles. A sociopathic motorcycle gang of serial killers! I edge closer. I guess it’s just a family making smores beside their tent.

Finally, finally, I arrive at the laundry room. I’ve made it. But however will I make it back, no way to defend myself in the dark, my hands full with the laundry bag and the flashlight and maybe a bag of Doritos from the little store?

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