20250409 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com It would soon be Sha-noon. While a few people remained in the field, shrugging and pointing out it was the lesser noon, most folks retreated to the shade to nap. Gib made a show of staying, toiling alongside the hardy crowd for an increasingly agonising

20250408 Part 2 here. Index here. “Ah, well, my family’s local.” Caroline’s tone indicates she’s aware being born “elsewhere” counts against her no matter how long or deep the family roots go. “This was my grandparents’ place. It… it’s a lovely location.” I manage a wry

20250407 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “-and now they’re threatening to kick me out of the League!” Heather buried her face in her hands, shoulders quaking. Profoundly grateful that the cafe was almost empty, and the other regulars were politely pretending she didn’t exist. “That’s discrimination, surely?” Abdul

20250406 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com I prayed this was one of my smaller mistakes. It’s impossible to tell upfront. That molasses moment just after a spell goes awry, when the whole world holds its breath and teeters. Will it be let out in a gentle huff or scream on

20250405 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Patrick stared unseeing at his half-drunk margarita. Perhaps he should be looking past it to the row of empty glasses and wondering if he’d imagined what Josh said, or if the other man had made some “hilarious at the drunken time” joke. But he

20250404 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com The Hog And Bailey wasn’t a pub Wendy expected to have a mystical experience in. It was the quintessential rural pub which scraped out a living catering to travellers from the motorway. The locals had their own invisibly roped off areas enforced by piercing

Because personal branding is hard when you're liminal. Apologies in advance; this has a lot of pictures. How do I want people to read me? Not my work, ME. What assumptions are they likely to make? What assumptions do I want them to make? What assumptions do I

Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Cleansing. That’s what it promised. “A cleansing scrub”. Refreshing foam. Gentle exfoliation. Secret super-modern science drawn from ancient wisdom formulated to revitalise your appearance. She left it unopened by the sink for a few days. The promises were always far sweeter than the reality. Reality

20250402 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Birds circled overhead. Not just scavengers, either; there were pigeons, starlings, parakeets. (Once remarkable, now naturalised. Symbolic for so much of our changing world.) The flocks swirled and spiralled. Never touching. Leaving no part of the field without a feathering watching canopy. I turn my

20250401 Part 1 here. Susan gulped and floored it. Which didn’t do much; her loyal mini wasn’t built for speed. She cringed and kept as close to the side of the road as possible, the pack roaring past in a jostling charge which to her relief avoided her.