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)

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)

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)

Chicklets

“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)

Stay

“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)

Aliferous Mannequin

The Aliferous mannequin held his daughter just out of arms reach. His fingertips touched the child’s heel before he lost his footing and began a thirty-two story descent.

(#VSS365 & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Mannequin & Aliferous, 170 characters)

New Normal

“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)