Dirty Laundry

In Dirty Laundry, Arash explains in detail how his morning went when he readied himself to wash his clothes after having his morning coffee.

Arash: This morning I woke up in my house all alone. Which is normal. I always wake up in my home alone. Your mother usually leaves on the coffee pot for me…most mornings…after I have my spill, I’ll do some chores. Today was laundry day. I pushed the laundry bag down the stairs, watched it tumble down gracefully to the very bottom. A few socks and panties slipped out…I stared at those items on the floor for a moment and then something came over me. An impulse. Something pushing me. I went down to the base of the stairs and poured all the laundry onto the floor into a pile. I walked back up the stairs a few steps and jumped face first into the pile of clothes. It was a perfect landing and so I started burying my face deep into the dirty clothes and inhaled the dirty scent from the clothes and I was lost in an ocean of blue, swimming through the clothes sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of my laughter…until finally, turning myself over I began to cry. Enormous burst of tears running down my cheeks. I was blind with passion…my tummy began to hurt, my jaw became stiff, my eyes began to sting…but, I couldn’t stop crying. I was a broken fire hydrant floating in my own urine, oozing and flowing, releasing without thinking to be free, alive, warm again…I didn’t care…I refused to stop crying. I refused! I would not get up from the floor! …I started to scream, not for the attention, but I needed to break the cancer inside my being.I let out a hell of a scream for all the devils of this world…your mother came in the room, face all dirty from her beloved garden, a growing stare of shock and concern on her face…she finally noticed me. Yes, she did. I stood up, anxious to see what she’d say, but nothing came of it. I looked at her and she turned her back on me…I heard the door slam shut and I received a chill, but I didn’t allow myself to remain frozen, no, no, I grabbed hold of my dirty laundry and I stuffed all my, my…I stuffed all my—all in that bag. All back in that bag…

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Netaarash

Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

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