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Batty 3

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

Some Super Apple Carts Need Flipping Over

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

A True Ex From Hell

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

You Thought You Knew Someone

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

She Knew His Name Was Wendell

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

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