SdT Prompt 1
Deadline: 1 June 2022
Word count: under 500 words
The whir of the Cessna propellers hadn’t even stopped and Sal was scurrying across the tarmac. “Pete! Fire it back up. I’m sorry but you got one last customer that needs to go up in the next ten.” I fired…...
Fred picked up the tv remote and hit mute. Was that the doorbell? He cocked his good ear towards the wall separating the sitting room from the hallway. Bing-bong. Ah yes, that was definitely the doorbell. He pressed the button…...
I started the engine and began going forward when a passenger stood up and yelled, “STOP! Wait! He is not on the tour bus!” I hit the brakes, ran my hands through my hair, and exhaled not again! “Wait a…...
Electric guitar solo echoed through lower decks of the ship, losing more and more notes until it turned into high pitch screeching. ‘Shouldn’t he be listening to something smoother by now?’ ‘Never ask him that,’ the Chief Engineer said to…...
“Is he yours?” Jeanette’s hands kept moving around my head. The left hand with a black comb and the right hand with silver scissors, snipping against my head. So close to scratching my ear that I heard the…...
A puff of smoke escaped his pipe as he watched his neighbours. “Good morning, sir.” He nodded his head at the passing runner. Good boy that one. His father taught him well. He leant back on his chair and shuffled…...
Prompt 1: He Was Old The man hurried (well, did his version of hurrying) down 163rd Street. I’d not seen him before around the neighborhood. School was finished for the day and I’d been playing basketball at the vacant lot…...
