She worked for five hours with a machine which whirred and groaned. She told me the floor was so clean that you could see your face. Then she got hold of a wad of feathers on a stick and ran it over the top of every doorway and into each corner. After that she produced a cloth and some sweet smelling liquid and using her ‘elbow grease’ created a passageway of shiny doors.
Well, what a waste. He slipped coming out of the lift and ended up in an ambulance. Gone to inspect the hospital instead. Full marks to Cynthia.
It has been a while since I have done a flash fiction piece and this one has been done with a little of my tongue in my cheek. The picture reminded me of days in charge of special visits by inspectors and how all of the effort was for a few minutes glory.
#fridayfictioneers via rochelle
Every Wednesday Rothschild Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt and writers create a 100-word or so story or poem. So write your own and then post your work on your blog. On Friday, go back to her site and post a link to your blog entry in the comments on her Friday Fictioneers post. Looking forward to reading yours. Have fun.