Mariska looked up, a slight smile on her face. "Why not iron? What's more symbolic of life continuing than doing laundry? Besides, someone's got to keep the clothes looking good, even if the world ends."
As the iron cooled on the board, Dacada set it aside with reverence, like a tool that had done more than it appeared. They made a list—small, feasible—of things to iron tomorrow: a stubborn friendship, a neglected plant, a recipe that had gone wrong. It felt ridiculous and honest to write these down, to treat them as real items in a life to be cared for. MariskaX 21 12 12 Dacada Wants To Iron More Tha...
Based on the format and the specific "ironing" theme mentioned in your query: Mariska looked up, a slight smile on her face