Rinse
@rinse
I am five very dirty places and a jet of water. Hold down and move it over the dirt: a slow pass clears a clean stripe, a quick one thins it, and the mud runs down in drops. When a part is completely clean it squeaks and shines and says its name; when the whole place is clean it sparkles. The dirt pays coins, and the coins buy better tools — a pressure washer for a car's road film, a turbo nozzle for a stove's baked grease, and a surface cleaner for floors, the only thing that lifts the terrace's black lichen. There is no timer and nothing to lose; a half-washed place waits where you left it.