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Act Now, Don’t Wait, Guaranteed to Work

Cleaning Supplies. CC2.0 photo by Chiot's Run.

Cleaning Supplies. CC2.0 photo by Chiot’s Run.

Act Now, Don’t Wait, Guaranteed to Work
written by Rebekah Postupak

♥ for Beth ♥

You know how they say that stain remover stuff advertised on TV can get anything out?

It’s a lie.

Take the birthday you gave me a yellow shirt (you didn’t know yet to avoid giving me pastels) and then, foolish girl, handed me a popsicle.

“Bonus party favor,” you said, grinning, as a cherry-colored, duck-shaped stain suddenly appeared on my chest.

This meant trouble: kids already loved tormenting me for my ubiquitous stains. I tried explaining my precarious situation to you, but you just made quacking noises until you were laughing so hard your quacks devolved into hiccupping snorts.

I scrubbed and scrubbed (it really was a great shirt) but, though the shirt doesn’t fit anymore, the duck still waddles, like it imprinted on someone hiding just past the seam.

Then there was the time I was housesitting for Mrs. Schauer.

“Merlot!” you said when you showed up, wine in one hand and a shopping bag with Camembert and chick flicks in the other. Not once did you tease me for being scared in that big house by myself. You were less merciful, however, when an hour later I kicked my glass over on the white sheepskin rug and subsequently cleaned it so thoroughly, the spot glowed.

“I didn’t know Mrs. Schauer’s sheep were grey!” you said.

“Club soda next time, okay?” I grumbled. You stuck your tongue out and poured me another glass.

Things only grew worse. Your emergency caramel macchiato I tipped over on my master’s thesis. Your byline-splashed newsprint smeared on my fingers (and then nose) before my first job interview. The ketchup-and-fries you snuck in transformed into a mini Picasso on my wedding dress. Even the delicate bottle of Giorgio celebrating my Halima’s birth became a perfumed ochre garden on my sofa.

And now, you insolent wench, despite knowing better, you’ve really done it: crossed the Great River and smeared a violent mark across my heart.

I’ve scrubbed with bleach, peroxide, vinegar, and baking soda til my hands are raw and bleeding.

Cruel, heartless girl, leaving me all these stains, but nothing to get them out with.

____

Written as a tribute to darling Flash! Friday draggin Beth Peterson (December 29, 1960 – September 2, 2015) via last weekend‘s Flash Frenzy weekly flash fiction contest. Host Rebecca Allred gives a whopping 360 words and a photo for inspiration: it’s live now (runs Saturday mornings through Sunday evenings); give it a try!

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Sixty Seconds with: David Borrowdale

Ten answers to ten questions in 20 words or fewer. That’s less time than it takes to burn a match*.

(*Depending on the length of the match and your tolerance for burned fingers, obviously)

Matchlight

Our newest Flash! Friday winner is David Borrowdale. Be sure to check out his bio at his winner’s page! Read his winning story here, then take one minute to get to know him better.

1) What about the prompt inspired your winning piece?  I wanted to explore the old lady’s past and find a moment that defined the rest of her life.

2) How long have you been writing flash? A few years in private. About four months in public. 

3) What do you like about writing flash? ? I love the leanness of it: removing excess verbiage and letting the reader do some of the work.

4) What flash advice would you give other writers? Good dialogue is a real workhorse: make room for it.

5) Who is a writer we should follow, and whyFollowing on from the last question, Holly Geely writes great dialogue.

6) Do you participate in other flash contests, and which? Three Line Thursday regularly. Finish that Thought occasionally. My weekends fill up quickly so I don’t make it to Flash Frenzy as often as I’d like.

7) What other forms do you write (novels, poetry, articles, etc)? I have a few unfinished novels which are destined to stay that way. I write the occasional short story when an idea can’t be contained in flash.

8) What is/are your favorite genre(s) to write, and why? I love horror, but it’s probably the genre I write least. I should really do something about that.

9) Tell us about a WIP.  I’m adapting my FF-winning story into a short story. I think it deserves a little more room to breathe.

10) How do you feel about dragons? As an Englishman I must apologise for our choice of patron saint.

Sixty Seconds with: Deb Foy

Ten answers to ten questions in 20 words or fewer. That’s less time than it takes to burn a match*.

(*Depending on the length of the match and your tolerance for burned fingers, obviously)

Matchlight

Our newest Flash! Friday winner is Deb Foy. Be sure to check out her bio at her winner’s page! Read her winning story here, then take one minute to get to know her better.

1) What about the prompt inspired your winning piece?  So many beautiful pieces were written about human janitors, I couldn’t compete. Then the vulture hopped into my head. {Editor’s Note: Now there’s a visual.}

2) How long have you been writing flash? Since being invited to Shenandoah Valley Writers in October! I’ll never look back. 

3) What do you like about writing flash? Every word must suffer scrutiny. Only the most meaningful should survive.

4) What flash advice would you give other writers? Be risky. Write what isn’t being written.

5) Who is a writer we should follow, and whyTinman. I wish I could sneak a sliver of his brain. Does that sound creepy? 

6) Do you participate in other flash contests, and which? I’m drowning under Finish That Thought, Three Line Thursday, Flash Frenzy, and Micro Bookends. Last Line First may be next…  .

7) What other forms do you write (novels, poetry, articles, etc)? Incomplete novels and short stories but poetry is my first love.

8) What is/are your favorite genre(s) to write, and why? Young adult fantasy–with a dark twist of orange on the rim–because that’s what I read.

9) Tell us about a WIP.  Speculative future fiction. Brave New World went through the wash with 1984. It shouldn’t see the light of day.

10) How do you feel about dragons? I like mine fear-filling and clever. If it’s cuddly, it’s not a dragon. {Editor’s Note: Unless one enjoys cuddling with blazing fire irons, obv.}