It’s playtime with another great prompt from Kat for you to create a story in 280 characters. A few weeks ago we had a prompt with nothing but pillows, a blinding white background. The prompt this week is very dark and thus very appropriate for our UK colleagues as they face a gloomy but imminent future with “The Continent.” But remember Winston and Dunkirk and the Air Battle for Britain. And afternoons of putting the kettle on no matter what the crisis. Somewhere in the background, there is the ultimate secret weapon (referred to in my tale). That weapon, backed by British grit will conquer all. Except for the rain.
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Finally, have fun!
Twittering Tales #127 – 12 March 2019
Murdoch took a drag off his Lucky Strike. Smoke mingled with the steam bellowing from her pistons.
Red was a real beauty, with sleek lines, a classic, but she was stuck; a pile of cold iron and steel, she had all but given up.
Then she whispered, “I think I can…”
And she did.
Bond liked his job. He had licenses for everything. Every once in a while the tradecraft was old school. Why did she have to arrive by train? He didn’t even smoke, but for the meet he wouldn’t inhale. And what was with the rain? Oh yeah, London. After Brexit, it would get easier.