Flash Fiction. Smear. The dirty and smeared fingerprints stood out against the light from the bulb above her head. She sighed, taking her sleeve and smudging the fingerprints into a ghostly smear across her IPad. Bloody kids, so careless. Advertisements Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterTumblrGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: Idontwearahat. Katie is a published poet, reader and reviewer. View all posts by Idontwearahat.