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)
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.
She keeps the water running and walks to the door.
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