The washing machine’s spin slowed with flattened clothes against the sides of the wash bowl.
A pump worked in unison dispelling water away, a clunk of gears, beep, completed.
Her blood in her body felt spun by the centrifugal force of her heart winding up each breath she inhaled, exhaled.
The clothes line was ready.
Tall with efficient promises.
Her brother tried to wash a cat in the washing machine when he was little boy.
She’d saved the scrawny animal before he pressed start on the wash cycle.
She understood about seeking to wash away the piles of memories to find clean skin.
30 minutes and the cycle was finished.
A whole wardrobe ready for the sun and wind to dry.
Her brother wanted to forget her and the rest of them.
She must tell him that she never thought badly of him for wanting to clean the cat.
© K S Hardy 2011
Flash Fiction – 150 words.