But

“Robin told me, gloves and a mask would be enough to go to the shop,” growled Sparra. “But she lied! Everyone else was wearing clothes.”

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt; But, 136 characters)

Spade

“So I carry the spade to jam into a revolving doors mechanism,” said Sparra, “just in case I got stuck in one. It’s a real phobia of mine.”

“Ach, I wouldn’t worry,” said Crow. “You’ll come around.”

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Spade, 196 characters)

“It would appear to be a kindergarten, filled with large chicklets,” said Crow.

“That sounds like the heavy infantry,” chuckled Sparra.

(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts: Appear & Kindergarten, 134 characters)

“Sit,” said Sparra, “stay.”

“Sparra,” sighed Crow, “that dog doesn’t look real.”

“It’s not, it’s baked,” replied Sparra. “Pure bread.”

“Oh, no,” whined Crow.

“She’s called fidough,” gurned Sparra.

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Stay, 192 characters)

“Being a good samaritan is the new normal,” grumbled Demon.

“Good Omens has a lot to answer for,” growled Plague.

(#VSS365 & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Normal & Samaritan, 112 characters. Much love to Sir Pratchett and Mr Gaiman)

“As an insomniac, I was out of my depth,” sighed Sparra. “A job where you have to sleep all day was not for me.”

“Sounds like a dream job,” smirked Crow.

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Depth, 152 characters)

“Excuse me, sir,” said Sparra, “do you have anything that can cure Coronavirus?”

“Ammonia cleaner,” grunted the assistant.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” replied Sparra, “I thought you worked here.”

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Grunt, 182 characters)

“I can’t believe she’s left you over your horoscope obsession,” remarked Crow. “Seventeen years together, right?”

“Yeah,” lamented Sparra. “My folly Taurus apart.”

(#VSS365, Prompt: Seventeen, 162 characters)

“Listen,” said Crow, “if you keep replacing my fancy kitchen utensils with cheap imitations, I’m gonna evict you!”

“Well,” replied Sparra, “that’s a whisk I’m willing to take.”

(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Imitation, 175 characters)

“I confess, I beat him to death with his guitar,” she wept. “He wouldn’t stop strumming the damned thing.”

“Right,” sighed the judge. “First offender?”

“No, first with a Gibson,” she replied. “Then, a Fender.”

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Strum, 207 characters)