I’m late this week. Not by much I suppose, and at least you’re not going to get a double posting tomorrow when it comes time for the prompt. And this time I have what I think is an excellent excuse.
Wisdom tooth extraction. Lower jaw.

Can you write a love story, short and sweet, about the characters’ week since they met on Valentine’s Day? Do you need more time – do they?

Between bouts of severe facial pain and whinging about better dental plans and the rare moments when the wisdom tooth is actually handing over some gold, I’ve been working.
A lot.
I have the greatest job ever!

Happy Valentine’s Day! Get some chocolate, a glass of wine, fire up the old 80s love ballads, and use the following character sketch to flesh out a romantic short story.
Your character is an adventurous male. He is tall, dark and brooding, but not in an overwhelming, glum way… there’s a twinkle in those eyes that hints at something devilish.
He has a gambling problem but he’s working on it. In the zippered pocket of his gear bag, he carries a poker chip from his last outing. Also in the gear bag …

It doesn’t seem to matter how quickly I walk down the hall, opening the doors to each and every bedroom. By the time I reach the mirror at the end – they’re all closed again.
And I know, behind each door is some fresh new nightmare waiting to wrap its bony, cold hands around my heart. On the other side of the one on the right, across from Grandpa’s room, the shadows wait for me to be ready. But ready for what?
The reflection in the mirror is just that. A reflection. …