four stories not about fruit: redcurrant She turned back to Opal. "Shame your nosing about didn't include any research into my finances. I don't have that kind of money to throw at things I like, never mind grasping little tarts in Argos earrings."
four stories not about fruit: grapefruit When I look back down the three women have trailing afterimages. Dance through it, I think, you've danced through worse.
three stories not about birds: crane 2052 He had too many cranes to flock on his windowsill, so a few days earlier he had borrowed a slim piece of wire and stacked them all on it, piercing them through the crests of their backs like beads.
four stories not about fruit: apple I go to rinse out my teacup and look out of the kitchen window. My good ash-handled iron fork is upright, kicked down into the earth at the edge of my calendula bed. I wonder who will bring it indoors before rain if I can't.
three stories not about birds: gull 2029 Miriam rolled back over to look up at the deepening sky, holding her notebook on her belly with both hands. "I miss looking things up." "That's why you robbed the libraries."
four stories not about fruit: lime "Noor!" the blonde exclaimed, leaping up from her chair. "We thought you'd been blown to Shropshire!" Noor held out both her hands to be clasped. "Tosh, Lilian, you've never really believed I can cross running water."
Lark's Guests 638w 638 words! It's not even half way to target, but it's 638 more than I wrote in October. Half past nine, and the Midsummer party had fillled the first lawn. From the terrace, Martha watched with careful detachment as the villagers clustered in chatty groups, glasses
Tell me a story about cats This one started from 'a warehouseman with a personal doom prophecy’ and drifted a lot. First I decided that the prophecy would make him afraid of cats, then I made the family think he SHOULD be afraid of cats but he really liked them, then I scrapped the prophecy