Help with the Chores

by joetwo

There was silence as the bottle bounced on the carpet, contents pouring out in generous dollops. Sandra, the woman with the butter fingers, grinned apologetically at Mother and bent to pick it back up. The bottle was without a label save for “Special sauce”. It’s was bright green, almost fluorescent and it was all over the white fabric.

Sandra went to the kitchen and returned with a damp cloth. The rest of the women watched as she tried to rub the colour away, calling friendly suggestions.

“Get some soda water.”

“Lemon juice. I swear by lemon juice.”

“Only shampoo with get that out.”

In the end Sandra gave back the cloth to Mother saying, “I could be all day at this and it won’t come out. Call a cleaner and send me the bill.”

The conversation quickly petered out after that and all the ladies left, each one offering condolences on the carpet’s first stain. “You know! It shows that a place is lived in!” and the like.

When they were gone, Mother surveyed the damage, looked at me and said, with sly smile.

“Number Six, don’t you think?”

I nodded in agreement.

With that she raised her hands, spoke the secret incantations and world went dark.

Sparks flew from where the stains had been, coalesced into a vaguely humanoid shape and flew out the open window.

When the lights came back on. The stains had all vanished. The carpet was as good as new.

Mother always told me that while the code of witchcraft expressly forbade the use of magic for personal power or for the destruction of ones enemies, it was a little more vague about using it to help with the chores.

  

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Lyssa Medana
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Written for the Light and Shade Challenge for Monday 16th June 2014.

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