Nostalgia City Mysteries

Mark S. Bacon

Today’s flash fiction

Laundry Ticket

Julie looked at the rows of cleaned clothes wrapped in plastic bags hanging from metal racks.  Many were work clothes: hospital scrubs, uniforms, business suits.

A heavyset gentleman came in asking for his order.

“Whaddaya mean they’re not done?” he said.  “Lemme see ‘em. Now.”

Alone in the laundry, Julie trembled.  A co-worker had told her Mr. Giordano’s garments had several blood stains.  Not all had come out.  And there’d been a knife in a pocket.

A casually dressed customer walked in, and Julie relaxed.  “Here’s your uniform Sergeant Torres,” she said.  “Is this where you pin on your badge?”


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