Category SS Prompt 4: Agenda

. Glass cracked and slid from the back door.  An old and frail frame, much like the man who lived there.  Shards of glass hit stone kitchen floor tiles; daggers shattering to slithers and splinters.  The sound was sudden and…...

. Democritus’s stifled his irritation. But of course. Cronus would pick such a meet. The tavern was dark and dank, a haunt favoured by those with ulterior business. The irony was not lost on him. With a grim smile, Democritus…...

All windows had to be blacked out. I’m not really sure why, but for me, that was the tipping point. “Why?” I asked Charles as he painted the living room window with a brush. “We’re at war.” “Yes, but no…...