“What is that plant doing in my crystal bowl?” Joanna screamed. “Remove it from that bowl immediately!”
“Jeez, Joanna, relax,” Frank said. “I need something to put the plant in for a few days until the planter I ordered from Amazon arrives.”
“That crystal bowl has been in my family for three generation,” Joanna said. “It’s not for plants.”
“Well, what’s it for, then?” Frank asked. “I’ve never seen anything in this bowl other than an accumulation of dust.”
“It’s for show,” Joanna said.
“Great,” Frank said. “Then let it show my plant some love for a few days.”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Amanda called over to her shift supervisor. “Who’s gonna dust them things?” she asked, pointing to the decorative fixtures hanging from the high ceiling.
“Don’t worry about it, Amanda,” Henry said. “The property management company has a special crew they bring in every month to clean them. They have special equipment they use to vacuum those fixtures.”
Well, I’m new here, you know,” Amanda said, “but I’ll be damned if you’re gonna get me up there to dust those damn things. I get dizzy at heights.”
“No worries, Amanda,” Henry said. “You will definitely be staying on the ground floor.”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.
“Here,” she said as she pushed a can of Pledge and a cloth toward him. Pointing to the shelves on which they kept their nick nacks, she ordered, “Go dust.”
He looked at her with disgust.
“And when you’re done with that,” she continued, “grab the wire brush and from the patio table and chairs remove all the rust.”
This whole day, he thought, will be a bust.
“And the dryer is out of balance. Its feet you need to adjust.”
With a sense of resignation, he sighed, “Fine. But as a reward, can you please whip up your famous pecan pie with a graham cracker crust?”
“I would,” she said, “but you know your need to lose weight is something we’ve already discussed.”
“This is so unjust,” he fussed.
She looked at him with distrust. “But these chores are a must,” she said.
And so into his chores himself he thrust, yearning the whole time for his days as a bachelor with lust.
Today’s one-Word prompt is “Lust.”