Write four lines of prose about: the vampire.
No proper reason for that prompt, outside me realizing earlier today that I'd yet to use it.
Excited to go to the market tomorrow with the first of our nectarines. The 25 pints of blackberries are pretty neat too.
The fear was a nuisance, one that he wished he could do without, move beyond. A remnant from childhood that clung tight through his teenage years and lingered still at an age that was, in his opinion, well past such foolishness.
All the talk and rationalization had yet to free him, though.
And so, as the day drew ever closer, his stomach turned and churned at the mere thought of his impending dentist appointment.