Ben murmured something incomprehensible as his blood mixed with dried grout. Amy knelt beside the bath, cleaning vaseline off the floor. He knew even if he was found and arrested, he’d be unable to tell them she had the owl.
(#VSS365 & #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Arrested & Grout, 224 characters)
“1, 3, 5, 7 and 9 mugged me for my rent money,” sighed Sparra. “I got kicked out, and now I’m taking shelter in a shed.”
“That’s rough,” replied Crow. “The odds are really against you.”
(#VSS365 & #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Shelter & Rent, 184 characters)
As Jim drove the fish up the road, he decided having 17-cans of Red Bull before leaving for work wasn’t the best idea he’d had.
(#VSS365 & #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Fish & Road, 127 characters)
“That machine you loaned me’s still in isolation,” said Sparra, “but he calls me on WhatsApp every five minutes.”
“That’s the problem with pulleys,” replied Crow. “Always the centre of a tension.”
(#VSS365 & #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Isolation & Lend, 195 characters)
He jammed the crowbar into the frame and popped the door open. Once inside, he grabbed a wallet, car keys, and a picture of his wife.
Working from home during self-isolation is easy when you’re a burglar.
(#VSS365, Prompt: Isolation, 203 characters)
“There’s an article in the Telegraph today,” remarked Sparra, “about climbing stairs when you have vertigo.”
“I did,” replied Crow. “It’s a great step-by-step guide.”
(#VSS365, Prompt: Telegraph, 165 characters)
Ibiza, ’98. The installation of the foam machines in clubs was on the rise. So were the abductions.
(#MicroPrompt & #VSS365, Prompts: Foam & Club, 99 characters)
The crane walked across the motorway and hopped onto her rock beside Staines reservoir. She noted there were more fish than usual. Everything had been so peaceful, recently.
She wondered if humans would ever come back.
(#VSS365, Prompt: #Crane, 212 characters)
She shifted the motorbike onto its centre-stand and carried on polishing the chrome exhaust. “I just wanted more time alone,” she sighed. Her reflection gave her a knowing nod.
(VSS365, Prompt: #Chrome, 177 characters)
“The woes of classic cars and their biscuit-tin brakes,” she sighed.
“What now?” he asked.
“Depends on your faith,” she replied.
“I’m an atheist,” he replied.
“Oh, dear,” she sighed, lifting her scythe.
(#VSS365, Prompt: Classic, 199 characters)
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