Dishwater Man – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where writers gather to write a 100-word story prompted by a photo, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thanks to Rochelle for leading the group and for this week’s photo.

Whenever I wash dishes, my mind wanders a bit. Secretly, I like it. Sorry, I’m a bit late this week. I hope you’ll still read my story.

All are welcome to participate. Here are instructions.

PHOTO PROMPT- © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Genre: Fantasy (100 words)

Dishwater Man

Vanessa’s daily dishwashing borders on disturbing joy, a synthesis of oblivion and compulsion. She washes every dish, dirty or clean. When she turns the faucet on, sunlight breaks through the dust and a handsome man strolls towards her, holding yellow daffodils as if he had just picked them fresh for her. She feels the warmth of his smile radiating through the glass.

With the water off, the man vanishes in mid-step. A stroll on the grounds reveals no evidence of his presence, no footprint, scent, nor sound.

Except today.

Knock, knock.

She keeps the water running and walks to the door.


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46 thoughts on “Dishwater Man – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Oooh, her dreams come true! It’s a Christmas miracle 🙂

    Funnily enough, though I have ironed anything for nearly 10 years (heh heh) I find (found) ironing very relaxing. Not washing dishes though. The water’s either too hot and burny or tepid and gross 😦

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    1. Haha! Yes, all I need to make this a Christmas story is a little tree in the corner or some background Christmas music while she washes dishes!
      Same kind of thing, Ali, with the ironing I bet. I can see how it might be relaxing to just let your mind kind of drift, its something about the repetitive motion of it maybe. I don’t mind the dishes, but I definitely don’t love it! Not like she does. 🙂

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