“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)
It took one word to make his skin crawl. The second word and his penis began shrinking. A third word fell from her lips, and he wondered how many words were in this spell.
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: One, 172 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)
“When it comes to music, I have a perfect memory,” said Sparra.
“How do you mean?” asked Crow.
“I can’t remember a single song I’ve forgotten,” replied Sparra.
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Music, 157 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)
“Well look at that,” remarked Crow. “The human’s home early.”
“Impressive,” replied Lucy. “I thought it’d take him longer to dig his way out of his grave.”
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Home, 154 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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