LOLLIPOP

  Everyone knows them, sees them daily; checking their hair or hairline, never making eye contact, too busy with their phone or checking themselves out in the reflection of the shop window or the mirror behind your ear, over your shoulder. People say, 'if they were a lollipop, they'd lick themselves.

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DISASTROUS – Daily Post Prompt

Four sheets to the wind, dressing quickly, grabs the first shirt he can find in the crumpled heap in the corner. Next, trousers, socks and his only pair of shoes, are under the bed. Finally, his jacket is where he left it, behind the door. For a funeral though, disastrous.

TAILOR

"It's a stitch up," he complains,  "I never seen those goods in my life before, as God's my witness. Someone's 'aving a lawrf." But no-one laughs, least of all, the dour faced beak on the bench who deems his crime worthy of incarceration. The detective smiles. He was a tailor, before.  

CAPER

  No, I'm not skipping about, having a laugh, it's a berry that's neither soft, succulent or sweet. Quite the contrary, indeed, for it's sharp, even bitter with a crunchy texture and a salty flavour. Eat it fresh or soaked in brine, with fish, in a tartare sauce, it's a caper.

ANGLE

There was a time when the angle of your dander meant  almost as much as the stoke in your poke but never enough. Back then there were standards, he thought, ready to torch the twelfth bonfire. But standards have fallen, he thought. for Chrissakes, some of these boys are racists.

QUILL

  Joshua adjusts his collar, stiff and starched, just as he likes, with wing collars.  The chemical cocktail prepped for the execution, all he has to do is throw the switch. He declines, waiting for a printout, goose feather in hand. 'If I must kill,' he says, ' I use a quill.'