Rynn Vogel

24 Hour Laundry Mat

“In the case of baby Alana; Jerome, you…are NOT the father!” Maury Povich’s voice rang out over the rhythmic whoosh of the commercial dryers. His face obscured by a thick black swipe of dead pixels on the small flat screen TV perched on a makeshift shelf and chained to the wall. A stain on the ceiling the shape of Russia loomed ominous above it.