the color of milk

She was taking laundry to the Laundromat and I asked, “Why are you taking laundry to the Laundromat?” and she said she wanted to see her socks somersault in the dryer, and I said I’d install a glass door in our dryer at home, and she said she wanted to play Ms. Pac-Man, too, and I didn’t say anything, because I couldn’t afford a Ms. Pac-Man machine, and so I ate a bowl of Froot Loops, and she asked why I didn’t eat the pancakes she’d made, and I said I wanted to see the milk turn colors.

{flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
{photography ~ Gerrit Wenz}