Your four lines of prose this week shall be about: clowns.
Because why not?
Mary was in the kitchen washing dishes when a knock at the front door disrupted her daydreaming. She quickly dried her hands while checking the time on the oven's electronic display before rushing to see who it was.
I hope that's not the kids already - Damon's birthday party isn't supposed to start for another hour!
But the three clowns waiting for her on the porch, with their painted white faces, neon red wigs, billowing yellow and blue costumes, and concealed black guns, didn't much care what time the invitation had told them to arrive.