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35 responses to “Folding Friends”

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   Carol C

   Believable and quite relatable. Enjoyed your quadrille very much!

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      K.F. Hartless

      Thank you kindly, Carol. It’s actually inspired by a scene in a short story of mine. It came to mind as soon as read the prompt.

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   Helen

   I love the way these women met, became friends. The laundromat is indeed a place where all sorts of interesting folks gather. A delightful quadrille, Carol.

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      Helen

      Apologies … I do know you are not Carol.

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         K.F. Hartless

         Maybe its the white noise of the place, but it always invited a sense of secrets and intimacy, at least when I used it.

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   Nicole Smith

   I love this.

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      K.F. Hartless

      Thank you, Nicole. 💜

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   Michele Lee

   A delightful gem!

   “shoveling mountains
   into a steel drum” 👏🏻

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      K.F. Hartless

      Oh, I do miss the massive drum of the laundromat. It could conquer any load, I swear. Thanks, Michele. 💜

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         Michele Lee

         No doubt! Including large blankets. 😁 Welcome, K.

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   Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

   This sounds like a perfect place to meet. I have never really experiences laundromats as they are non-existent in Sweden.

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      K.F. Hartless

      Oh, that’s so interesting. I didn’t realize that. I really went in my 20’s when the washer and dryer weren’t part of the budget for my apartment. But, I think there’s something to be said for airing your laundry in public. 🙂

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   kim881

   I haven’t been to a launderette for year, but your quadrille reminded me of a time when it was the place to meet up. Thanks for evoking that memory!

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      K.F. Hartless

      You’re very welcome, Kim. It’s been a long time for me as well, but whenever I pas one of them, I do think about that special sort of “down time” and the conversations.

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   beth

   love this poem , friends are made on common ground

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      K.F. Hartless

      So true. I have been lucky to find those kindred souls at different points in my life. Here’s to more washing, drying and folding friends.

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   Jim

   I knew you guys woulld make friends. My hunch came true, beautifully written.
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      K.F. Hartless

      Good instincts, Jim. The laundromat had that lull to it. I think it made it easier to talk and share about our lives.

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   merrildsmith

   I love this little story of folding friends. I can see how it could happen.

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      K.F. Hartless

      Thank you, Merril. It wasn’t a magical place for most, I suppose, but there was a sense of belonging there, and in a way, I miss that.

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         merrildsmith

         You’re welcome. I can understand that.

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    John

    🥰❤️😊

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       K.F. Hartless

       Thanks, John. 💜

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    clawfish

    Easy to make relatable connection to this , and the way the friendship unfolds

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       K.F. Hartless

       Yes, well, we didn’t have to iron out any details. It was a perfect fit from the start. Thanks so much.

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    memadtwo

    The laundromat is a good way to connect…also (in my case) the laundry room in my building. Almost as good as the elevator! (K)

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       K.F. Hartless

       Indeed. I miss that social engagement, and the fun of friendship making a heavy chore feel like. Thanks, K. 🙂

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    whimsygizmo

    I love these lines:
    “shoveling mountains
    into a steel drum”

    I can see this!

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       K.F. Hartless

       Thank you. Those commercial drums were the best. It’s a sense of wait time (before there were cell phones to make us all isolate) that makes me smile.

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    The Cheesesellers Wife

    Such a good story !

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       K.F. Hartless

       Thank you. It is actually inspired by a snippet of a story of mine (with a little real-life sprinkled in). The Laundromat is a forgotten magical place.

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          The Cheesesellers Wife

          We used to live above one in London. The only place I’ve everything seen Londoners interact on a friendly basis with strangers. Anywhere else – nothing not even eye contact.

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    ben Alexander

    A lovely anecdote / snippet of life, KK! ❤

    Much love,
    David

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    purplepeninportland

    I love the way there women became friends.

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    MsHazyBrain

    Great post very relatable

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