For the writerverse one sentence fic prompts.
Dawn came early, not with rosy fingers but with grey clouds threatening rain as befitted a British summer.
He finally realised that a compass is merely a tool can tell you which direction you’re facing, but not where you want to go, or ought to.
It wasn’t a great offer but between the devil and the deep blue sea, he chose the devil, for he was unable to swim.
Rock singers and US football players and feckless tradesmen may lay claim to the name, but he always thought of cowboys as Stetson wearing animal herders, American pioneers, and wished he could have the chance to ride with them.
In an attempt to cheer me up, he showed up with a DVD, a pizza, and a bottle of wine, and really, what more could I ask for?
Laughter escaped her lips in a sudden giggle and in the face of amusement, her fear fled.