PRECIPICE

  Some people like to live on the edge, they take chances, risks and it is only then when they feel most alive because when you stand on the precipice, there are no second chances. I've always felt that way when faced with heights but only then life's choices are simplest.

COLLABORATION

She felt a tremor of excitement, a frisson of anticipation. It all came down to this. Everything was arranged, there was no turning back. The other participants in this, what she called 'a Gothic drama', may be secured with zip locks and gags but for her, it was a collaboration. Image source: Wallpaper Abyss

PANICKED – Daily Post Prompt

  Harold was in trouble, his comrades' plan for a masterful victory stroke was in tatters. He was impulsive so when they put him in a room with a Big Red Button that said 'DO NOT PRESS' in block capital print and asked him to wait, well, he didn't, he panicked.

Thank You

Thank you, those tiny number of miniscule you who acknowledge my existence , when you can or where there's fuck all else to do, THANK YOU. I''m really grateful to you because, hey, you amount to the achievement (however minor) to which I've always  aspired, to connect to people who think.

BLANKET – daily prompt, 50 words

  Isn't it unfortunate that a word like 'blanket' can be so misused and abused it's become a shorthand phrase for corporate smothering, indiscriminate bombing and wholesale exploitation? Growing up, a blanket was something a cowboy toted with his saddle and bags, it kept you warm and gave a child comfort.

SPIKE

Municipal officials argued the city needs a symbol, a monument. So they commissioned artists for ideas. The winning entry was a 120 meter tall, stainless steel, pin-like structure.  Oblivious to the irony of a city devastated by a heroin epidemic,  they called it The Spire. Dublin people call it The Spike.

FRY

  Having spent two months grafting under this chef's brutal regime , Gordon has no room for compassion and is deaf to the pleas of this popinjay now trussed up on a hook in the freezer. 'I'll freeze to death in here,' he cries. 'No, you won't,' Gordon smiles, 'You will fry.'