Short Story: For the Cleaning Service
Genre: superpower, family
Includes a character from A Different Kind of Hero.
He didn’t know if that piece of fabric was a scarf or a shawl, but she loved that thing. Worked it into as many outfits as she could in as many styles as possible.
Now it had red steaks splattered across it.
She played it off, but he knew her long enough to recognise the loss hidden in her smile.
So he stole it.
He only meant to take it for short while. Just long enough to bring the thing to miss I-sing-stains-away and back. He expected the high price. He didn’t expect the massive waiting list or the unhelpful staff who refused to point him to anything useful.
Obviously, if he wanted anything done, he needed to make it happen.
He climbed the building, checking each window he passed until he found a lady singing to a room of clothes. Carefully, he lifted one hand off the wall and pulled out the fabric. Like magic, the stain lightened then vanished without a trace.
What was so tough about that?
He exchanged the fabric for cash and knocked on the window.
“For the cleaning service,” he said and slip the cleaning fee through the gap in the window.
Before the lady could respond, he climbed away and headed home.
“Here.” He dropped the scarf-headband-belt-thing on her head.
“Is that…” She launched herself off her bed onto him. “Thanks big bro!”
“That’s all your presents for the whole year.”
“OK!” She squeezed him so hard he thought his spine would break then dashed off to do something new with her belt-neckerchief-hairtie-thing.
He escaped before she tried to use him as her model again.