For Westinghouse

Mrs. Leatrice M. Pendray threw herself against the door, wailing, “Don’t go! What is this gift that you've made for Westinghouse and not for me?”

Mr. George Edward Pendray simply held tight to the exquisitely wrapped gift and waited politely for Mrs. Pendray to step aside. Finally, he sighed. “What I feel for you I will always feel. You are the mother of our three Arthurian-named daughters. But my heart has created this, and give it I must to the fair Westinghouse.”

Mrs. Pendray stopped wailing. She softly said, “It’s of our three Arthurian-named daughters that you must think.”

Guenever, Elaine, and Lynette, their hair piled in three elaborate buns of varying sizes like a cello, viola, and violin, said, “Yes. Father think of us.”

Mr. Pendray said, “Always,” but he continued to the door.

Mrs. Pendray snatched the gift from her husband, eagerly shucking layers of tissue paper and cotton. Within the box, nestled on a tiny velvet cushion, lay the word, “Laundromat.”

To Mr. Pendray, as he retrieved the box and stepped across the threshold into history, Mrs. Pendray’s fall seemed almost gentle, like a leaf tired of its branch, guided to the ground by the wind.

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Davey Morrison, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Laundromats'.