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.

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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I wonder who’s at the door? I like this very much
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Thank you, Boomie! I know one thing. She doesn’t want to miss any chances of seeing Dish Water Man. 🙂
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Oooooo he’s there? He’s real? Great story, I would wash every dish too if that was the view!
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Her hands must be really dry from all that washing! I don’t know if he’s there, but she’s intent on finding out. Me too, Solo! It’s a great view. Thanks.
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That’s learning!
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Thanks, Rich! Hey, nice to see you.
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I’m lurking around.
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Don’t forget your flowers.
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oohhh… Is that what I have to do? 😉
Fun take on the prompt.
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I hope not! I didn’t really think of that way. Haha. Thanks, Dale.
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Hee hee…
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Ha.. A perfect man always comes when there is dishes to be cleaned..
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Ha. Thanks, Bjorn. I guess washing dishes can be a dreamy experience after all.
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I’d wash all day if I thought he’d show up 😉 Great story, Amy
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Ha! Thanks, Dianne.
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I think she’s lost it …
But then why not live in a dream rather there than this scary place, XD
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Ha! I think you’re probably right. She’s lost it! I guess as long as she doesn’t permanently lose it. Thanks for your comments. 🙂
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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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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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Dear Amy,
I love a happy ending. This never happens to me when I’m washing dishes. 😉 Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It doesn’t happen to me either. Darn! Thanks, Rochelle.
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This was SO worth the wait Amy.
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Oh, yay! Thanks for your wonderful comment, Louise. 🙂
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If you’ll excuse me, I have dishes to wash….
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I love it! Oh, where are you Dish Water Man? Haha.
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LOL
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hey, we all have to find a way through our chores 🙂
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Right, Audra. We do what we must. 😉
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Well mercy! Why is my mind turning to thoughts of a hot plumber here?! LOL! But with the water running, I would have to pee! So there goes the romance! Ha! xo
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That’s true. Off the water goes then and bye bye Dish Water Man. LOL. xo
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Just can’t win with this one! Ha ha! xoxo
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Haha! I agree. You don’t want to be uncomfortable, Kelly! xoxo
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Now I’m blushing – TMI!!!
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Oh, you’re making me laugh!! Hee hee
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🙂
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Maybe it was the guy from DWP come to read the meter. Good story. However, the “joy” of dishwashing has too many soapy associations.
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You got that right, Stephen. Soapy is as soapy does. Thank you.
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😉
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Amy, this is epically good! I LOVE your story this week! Sleek, edgy, atmospheric and compelling. This: “dish washing borders on disturbing joy, a synthesis of oblivion and compulsion.” is brilliant! Great job.
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Oh, such wonderful words of praise, Dawn. Thank you so much! Aww, you made my evening. 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it.
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I loved this concept. Really out of the box thinking. I’ve a pile of washing up and a man to meet… 🙂 Good one.
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Thanks so much, Sandra. I treasure your comments.
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I’m going to leave the water running to see what happens 😉 Good story.
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Not a bad idea. One never knows, Ansumani. Thanks!
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Good story, Amy. I wonder if it would work if she was using a dishwasher. Well done. 😀 — Suzanne
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Haha. I love your comment, Suzanne. I think if she had a dishwasher, she wouldn’t use it. 🙂 Thanks!
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