Seeking Orange

“I shall seek it out,” declared Sparra, “the ocean of fizzy-orange juice.”

“To be honest,” sighed Crow, “it sounds like a Fanta-sea.”

(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts: Seek & Orange, 132 characters)

Rock

“That rock is huge,” said Sparra.

Crow looked at the stone. “Boulder,” she said.

“THAT ROCK IS HUGE,” emphasised Sparra.

(#VSS365, prompt: Rock, 118 characters)

Reality Kicking

As the needle pierced her skin for the twenty-third time, reality began kicking in. A tug on the thread pulled them closer together, and Amy regretted telling Lucy she’d never leave her side.

(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts: Reality & Kicking, 192 characters)

Chikkin

“Never mind the chicken,” laughed Sparra, “why’s Adele crossing the road?”

“Obviously,” replied Crow, “to say hello from the other side.”

(#VSS365 & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Chicken & Laughter, 136 characters) #SorryNotSorry

Lights

They peered out of the International Space Stations windows, looking for changes below. The last human-made light they could see, near Cape Finisterre, blinked out. It was not the change they were looking for.

(#VSS365, #MicroPrompt, #BraveWrite, Prompts: Finisterre, Change, Was, 206 characters)

Cruel Jokes

At first, Amy believed she was the butt of a cruel joke. After the third cut in her wrists exposed more wiring, her life took on new meaning.

(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts: Cruel & Butt, 141 characters)

Cosy Vessel

“We’d have a lot more room in this cosy little vessel,” sighed Sparra, “if there wasn’t an elephant in this room.”

“Yeah,” grumbled Crow, “don’t mention it.”

(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts; Vessel & Cosy, 156 characters)

Stork

The stork arrived, once again, with an empty beak. She sunk to knees and sobbed, as it beat its wings and flew away. At the age of 49, she knew she didn’t have many visits left.

(#VSS365, Prompt; Stork, 178 characters)

Short

“That’d be Ethel,” said Gina. “The lady next door. A short lady with jet-black hair. Widowed 33-years ago. I can hear her singing all the time.”

“It’s not singing,” called a voice through the wall. “She’s not a widow, either.”

(#VSS365, Prompt; Short, 225 characters)

Lost

The armada arrived in winter. By spring, they were excavating ruins. Extreme summer heat summoned swarms of insects. In autumn, sickness ran through the settlements. New years eve, 3044, they knew what had become of the lost civilization of Britain.

(#VSS365 & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Armada & Spring, 249 characters)