On the Bright Side of Household Management
She just said yellow. She didn’t say “butter yellow,” “pale yellow,” “barely not a white you’ll never be able to match again,” “actually I meant beige.” And it wasn’t like it was the kitchen, so he wasn’t aiming at any of those “it could be food” colors anyway. They were towels, for god’s sake. You were already in the shower to wake up; if you ever took one of these to the gym nobody’d pick it up and walk off with it by mistake. Almost the color of a tennis ball—but all yellow, not a whiff of green—seemed to him a great way to start the day. He hardly needed coffee. He looked forward to exercise. The laundry was a bright spot in the basement instead of a chore. Everyone should have such towels—maybe napkins and throw rugs too. If it was good enough for the fire department, by god . . .
Beth threw a sponge (also yellow) at him. “When your abs are ready for the firemen’s calendar, you can start decking this place out like the station.”
Sam imagined sliding down a pole to laundry room, hamper slung over an arm. Men’s Health had had a pretty solid workout in the last issue . . .
Ann Marie Gamble is an editor at an advertising agency in the Midwest. She writes fiction as well as poetry, and practices keeping it pithy on Twitter. The favorite colors in her household are blue, camo and plaid.