- FF Prompt 30 | Day 26
“Excuse me, I believe this is mine.” A hand smoothed down Laura’s arm, then tugged at her umbrella.
She spun. Her glare was met by intense gray eyes.
- FF Prompt 30 | Day 26
‘So, what’s today’s disaster?’
‘You don’t follow the news cycle Most Highness?
‘Nah, I switch off. Too depressing.’
- FF Prompt 30 | Day 26
The girl, thin, eyes black with smeared mascara, whispers I didn’t do it. I was asked to drive the car away.
- FF Prompt 30 | Day 26
He tried so hard - in vain.
- FF Prompt 30 | Day 11
My eyes were dry I couldn’t even weep for myself, was this even worth it?
- FF Prompt 30 | Day 11
"John needs you to do this ASAP."
"Are you sure, Heather? I'm just clocking out for lunch."
"He said ASAP."
Ugh. Lately John’s urgent tasks were always near lunch or closing time and never anything truly urgent.