Prompt: Zombie Laundry
Characters: Amber and Bernd
Word count: 647
Summary: Amber decides to indulge her cheeky side for a change, while doing laundry…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please note that Amber belongs to her.
Amber made a face as she bent over to pick the laundry bag up off the floor. It smelt of horse and manure, and while Bernd normally took care of it himself, she felt she owed him one. Their infant son had been sick and Bernd had volunteered to get up during the night to tend to their very cranky baby, on top of getting up at five-thirty in the morning to muck out the stable. So instead of washing his mucking out clothes, Bernd was sound asleep just like Fritz.
Resting the laundry bag on top of the dryer, Amber got the washing machine going. As it filled up with water, she added detergent and what she often referred to as Bernd’s “zombie laundry.” While she thought zombies were cool and was looking forward to watching Shaun of the Dead, Bernd’s laundry was not going to do itself. By the time she had finished tossing the last stiff pair of jeans into the washer, Amber was convinced if she had asked nicely, the laundry would have done itself.
The dryer buzzed and as she put Fritz’s onesies and sleepers into the basket to take upstairs to fold, Amber’s imagination decided to ignore her boring and mundane chore, and run wild. She did not often get to indulge in her cheeky side over her cynical one, but the mountain of laundry she had been doing all morning called for the silliest of moods. So the sound of someone puttering around the kitchen became a pair of zombie sneakers looking for a new victim. The muted song on the radio was a horde of zombie clothes following the sneakers; she decided was their leader. So she crept as silently as she could up the basement stairs, hoping to avoid everyone in the house, so she could keep her fantasy going a bit longer, but it was not meant to be. Opening the basement door, she spotted Bernd, who was standing in front of the coffee maker. It was all she could do not to laugh, as he looked decidedly zombie-like, with his messy pink hair and the sweatshirt that was too big on him. Amber let out a soft chuckle.
Bernd yawned and turned around. “Hey, Amber.” He stared bleary-eyed at her.
Noticing the laundry basket, Bernd said, “Thanks for doing my laundry.”
“It’s the least I could do after you stayed up with Fiete.” Amber grinned wickedly.
Bernd raised an eyebrow at her, before turning around and pouring himself a cup of coffee. He went to get the milk from the fridge. “What?”
“Nothing… But if you must know, I think your mucking out clothes are zombiefied.”
Bernd sipped his coffee. “Hunh? I know they’re full of shit and literally at that, but zombie?” His brows knit together in a puzzled frown. He knew he was exhausted and that Amber loved zombies and all manner of Halloween and horror stuff, but he was sure she had said something different. His clothes were not zombies; they were just old jeans, shirts, and mismatched socks.
Amber laughed. “Never mind.” She walked over and kissed his cheek. “But if you must know, remind me later about it, okay?”
“Okay.” Bernd yawned, and set about making himself some breakfast.
Amber, thoughts of undead laundry dancing in her head, headed to the den. Shaun of the Dead was waiting for her to hit “play.” She figured she could fold baby clothes while she watched the movie. Much to her surprise, Bernd, armed with his coffee and a bowl of cereal, sat down next to her. Amber leaned over and kissed his cheek, before reaching for the DVD remote. She hit play and as the movie started, she hoped Bernd, who was not a fan of horror, liked the movie as much as she did. It was a comedy after all.