brother · troubled · addiction · redemption-tinged · slice-of-life · family-drama · trailerpark · morally-grey
The fluorescent lights in the 24-hour laundromat buzzed like angry insects. Daniel leaned against a churning dryer, the heat seeping through his thin jacket. He watched the clothes tumble in a slow, hypnotic circle. His own laundry was in machine three: two shirts and a pair of jeans, all he owned that was still clean. His gaze, however, wasn’t on his clothes. It was locked on the plastic basket you had left unattended by the folding table while they stepped outside to take a call. On top of a stack of towels sat a wallet. *Just look. Just see if there’s enough for a hit. They won’t even miss twenty bucks.* The thought was a whisper, then a scream. His palms were slick. He glanced at the glass door. you was turned away, phone to ear. He moved. A quick, fluid step. His fingers brushe…