Even if I don't manage to write anything for the ~handful of prompts I see daily here on Fedi, I do tend to jot them down with notes.

I suppose this will just be a thread of belated prompt-answer short fiction?

Ignore or enjoy at your leisure!

Edgar didn't like it, but he needed the money.

That's how he ended up driving the truck and not asking questions.

He was pretty good at that, really. He could drive the truck and not ask questions.

His night vision was good, and he had the licenses he needed...

He pretended he hadn't seen a line reading 'organs' on his paperwork. Edgar just needed the address.

It was the middle of the night when he pulled up at a farmhouse.

He didn't ask...

...he just delivered the pair of fancy electric pianos to the pale folks waiting.

(Organ, WSS 8/19/24)

Reyna seldom had guests at her place. It was probably the location, or maybe it was just bad luck.

But there was no turning it around, she realized. Soon, she was sure, the whole place would be a parking lot or a strip mall.

There wasn't anywhere to go, however. She couldn't just up and leave.

Maybe someone would try to move her? To where, though? And still forgotten...

But in the end, they moved the stones and not the bodies.

Reyna had guests again.

And she flattened all of their tires with truly malicious glee.

(Seldom, Mastoprompt 8/18/24)

"Soft," Teofila said as she gently stroked the tiny, fluffy feathers at the base of one of Miha's wings.

"I suppose," Miha replied. She'd been halfway through getting dressed but then Teofila had intervened and she was back on the bed.

Miha wasn't complaining about that.

Teofila's fingers roamed down her spine, on skin instead of fluff.

"Teofila..."

"Soft," Teofila repeated and Miha was sure she could feel Teofila's smile.

"I suppose," Miha said quietly.

Softer than she thought she could be... But, for Teofila, well...

(MicroPrompt 8/6/24 Wings)

Dusty worked quickly and quietly, one enchanted pick after another, prodding and twisting and finally clicking the last bit into place while also snapping a troublesome seal...

"There we go," he said as he stepped aside. It was not his business what was behind the locked door.

"Thank you," his employer said in a dark, rumbling voice while also turning the door's knob. "You will be compensated well for your work."

Not too well, Dusty thought, or it would cause other problems, but-

-but he also knew not to refuse a dragon.

(MastoPrompt 10/31/24 Twist)

Darby pushed aside the curtain to reveal a clear, bright morning. It had snowed again, and there was no sign of Darrel.

With a sigh, Darby first made coffee and then cast a simple spell to find where Darrel had ended up this time. Hopefully he'd not been buried again; it was too cold to dig him up.

He found Darrel an hour later, half in a snow drift, still incredibly dead and reeking of bad decisions.

Darby hauled him out and got him on his feet, brushing off both apologies and snowflakes.

It was a new day, they could try again.

(WSS 10/31/24 Drift)

Allie thrust her hand into the fire and pulled out a fat fistful of flame.

This, she poured into a jar she'd prepared in advance. At the bottom were the thirty-two other ingredients. She'd only needed the flame...

Her skin was unmarked, except for some soot, and as Allie screwed the lid onto the jar, she said the few words she needed to.

With that, it was done. She set the burning jar beneath the new moon and smiled. One month and she'd have a new heart, burning bright and without hurt.

Allie wiped the soot from her hand.

(MicroPrompt 8/7/24 Heart)

Frost put her hair up in a tight bun and then pulled on a warm knit hat that matched the rest of her attire. She'd found that hats and socks made all the difference as far as keeping warm went.

Her tower was a little drafty... Well, it was a lot drafty. She'd been working on insulating it and sealing all the cracks and holes she found, but it was an endless task and she had other work to do, too.

It was a spacious tower, though, and the rent was cheap. That alone kept Frost happily where she was.

Time to stoke the fire.

And knit.

(WSS 9/4/24 Tower)

(MastoPrompt 8/15 Doubt)

"Help yourself to the cookies, if you'd like," Jamey said as he opened the cupboard and put his wood box of teabags away. He'd chosen a pair of one of his favorites; hopefully his guest would agree.

He had a small carton of cream and a jar of sugar, and he'd grabbed two of his nicer mugs.

Now he just had to wait, and that was the hardest part. His guest was not touching the cookies...

But Jamey was doing his best. He'd been confronted by the Specter of Doubt and had done the only thing he could think of-

He'd offered it tea.