Wreck This Journal
Tear This Page Out. Put it in your pocket. Put it through the wash. Stick it back in.
“…now that I’m not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry that’s been washed too many times and left to stand in the wind. I guess that’s what growing up is… it’s a fading photograph.” Rebecca McNutt
This prompt was much messier than I originally anticipated. The page basically ripped itself apart inside the washer and I didn’t find all of the pieces.