Drabble - Laundry
Flipping the switch and watching the cascade of lights across the ceiling was one thing. It was another to power on one of the washing machines and see the old man's relief. Such a small, unimportant thing, a laundromat in Brooklyn's Flatbush. But even ten years after the war, small and unimportant things meant all the world.
"Thank you," Mister Smithson said. "It was an honor having Commander Shepard help put this place back together."
Shepard smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Think of it as my apology. For busting the windows when I was sixteen."
A different recognition dawned across Smithson's face.













