Prompt Number Eight
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Kablammo
“Kablammo!” The detective shouted, a broad smile upon his face as he handed the criminal over to the guard. This was the detectives famous catchphrase, and everyone in the city [ . . . ]
The Runners
They did it the same time every week. The group of runners ran past the same spot, every Wednesday, at Five-Thirty in the mornings. Every time. They ran past, stopped [ . . . ]
The Beans
“Where are they?!” She said in a panic. “Andrew! Get in here right now!” Andrew entered the room to see his mother flipping over sofa cushions, sticking her hand in [ . . . ]
The Future of a country
“…And that will be R50 please.” The cashier waited for the customer to pay. “But it’s just milk, how can it be R50?” The cashier just looked at him with [ . . . ]
One Day a Year
There was one day a year he got some decent sleep – Christmas Night. The night after he finished delivering all the presents to all the little ungrateful children, was [ . . . ]
Put the kettle on.
“That was the beginning of the day. I got the kettle on, and made coffee, while Grant turned on the PlayStation, and got Fifa set up and ready to play. [ . . . ]
Life Afterwards
“Hi Robert.” The entire group chorused the same words all at once. Robert wasn’t sure what to say, he had never been to a support group before. There were just [ . . . ]
Late at night.
It was no different from any other night, at least, on the surface. And what it was on the surface was just the San Diego Zoo. Closed. Opening again at [ . . . ]
The Meeting.
The atmosphere was one that you might expect in a hotel bar. There were people all around drinking, having a good time. Not Robert. He had business that he needed [ . . . ]