This week’s writing challenge is to write a story not less than 33 words and not more than 333 words incorporating the 3rd definition of the word “clean”.
1: free from dirt or pollution 2: unadulterated, pure 3 a : free from moral corruption or sinister connections of any kind <a candidate with a clean record>
Sven and the Smorgasbord
“Tell me about it!” Astrid shouted back. “I’ve been trying to blot up this Blåbärssoppa for the last hour and a half.
“Oh, Astrid, I just wish your husband, Sven–”
“What about Sven?” Astrid sprinkled more baking soda over the purple stain without taking her eyes off Brigitte. “Surely you’re not blaming Sven for this!”
“Well . . . he’s the one that –”
“He’s the one that what?”
“Tipped over the entire Smorgasbord! For godsakes, Astrid! The man’s a human hurricane!”
“How dare you say such a thing about my Sven, Brigitte Smorganborganson! When you know he was born with a congenital coordination problem!”
“I just call ‘em like I sees ‘em, Astrid!” Brigitte picked up a bottle of Lysol and poured it over the rutabaga stain.
“Well, if you didn’t have this stupid long, shag, carpet, Brigitte, maybe Sven’s feet wouldn’t have gotten tangled up and–”
What are you implying? Are you implying that you don’t like my carpeting, Astrid Borgenjorgenson?”
Astrid looked up from her blotting. “I’m saying, Brigitte, that I don’t like your carpeting anymore than I like you!” Then Astrid picked up the box of baking soda and threw it in Brigitte’s long blonde hair.
Brigitte responded by grabbing the Lysol bottle and squirting its entire contents all over the front of Astrid’s smock.
Astrid screamed and hurled a wad of wet paper towels at Brigitte causing Brigitte to retaliate by slapping Astrid across the face with her wet sponge.
Just then, Sven entered the room. “What is going on with you two?”
We’re having a fight, what do you think? Brigitte yelled.
“Well at least it’s a clean fight!” Sven observed wryly just seconds before he got his foot tangled in the shag carpet and tumbled out of the room.