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i'm hoping that today's photo prompt feels wide open enough that you might look at it and see a hundred possibilities for a back story to go with it. but if not, just one will do :) submit your story, poem or creative non-fiction by clicking on comments below. 250(ish) words or less. here's my interpretation:
Jeeves the butler loathed folding towels. He never minded the washing up or the ironing, and he was a stellar hospital corners guy with bedsheets. But for some reason the towels felt tedious. That's why they were always a little off, kind of wonky when he stacked them in the linen cabinet. No matter. Because Madame never looked in the linen cabinet anyway. She would simply say, "A fresh towel, please, Jeeves," and he would fetch and smile and bow ever so slightly until he was dismissed. This exchange occurred no fewer than ten times a day. Every time she washed her hands, or returned from her stroll around the garden, and wanted to dab the fine beads of perspiration from her face, she would call for him. And whether he was baking or gardening, polishing silver or (shhhh...) mixing himself a martini, he would go to the linen cabinet, pluck a towel off of his listing tower and deliver it. Of course when she was finished, she would hand the barely soiled cloth back to him with quite a formal thank you for a woman who'd known Jeeves for well more than a decade. Then he would add it to his basket of wash, along with all of the other slightly used towels, and he would wash and dry it. And, yes, by golly, he would fold it.
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