I think it's been long enough since the last time I busted this out, so I declare it's time to do some: continuations.
For those that haven't experienced one of my favorite prompts before, the basic idea is to carry on the story from where the last person left it. Try not to carry on for too long, and do your best to stop at a place that presents some interesting possibilities for the next writer.
If you'd care to see examples of previous efforts, feel free to click on the label at the bottom of the post.
Weather update: still cold. Lots of snow. Fireplace good.
As dawn arrived the city woke as it usually did. With blaring and beeping alarms. With muttered, mumbled, miscellaneous curses. With hot showers, cold showers, no showers. With cereal, with toast, with eggs and bacon. With coffee, with tea, with juice.
Conversations were photocopies of the ones that had gone on the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. Silences were no less tense, no more comfortable than usual.
The kids got along as they always had, or had not. Their parents parted ways with no change in affection, no subtle differences in meaning.
All was as it usually was.
But as each citizen of the city emerged from their homes, apartments, lofts, they quickly realized that this was no usual day.