Prompts

Larry stood in the sweltering heat, beads of perspiration trickling down his forehead like tiny rivers cascading down a mountain’s ledge. His gaze was fixated on the broken AC unit sprawled in front of him on his work bench, the mechanical beast now lying in ruin after a strenuous life had worked it to death. In his hands, he clutched an array of tools, each one glinting in the sun like Excalibur awaiting its rightful owner. “O-kayyyy,” he whispered to him...

“Rosie,” the crocodile rumbled. The girl turns away from her drawings to look up at Larry, who mysteriously holds something behind his back with a goofy smile across his grinning maw. He knelt to the girl’s level, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I got somethin’ for ya.” Curiosity danced in Rosie’s gaze and she hopped up on her two pink little legs to sway idly. She absentmindedly twirled the ends of her soft brunette curls around one claw, her little body buzzing wit...