Daily Prompt: A to Z

Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us ORDERLY.

Market Party Solothurn 2007

A man walked along the street.

Black clouds started to form overhead.

Crows flew making threatening circles in the sky.

Doomsday was near.

Electric darts of lightening lit up the heavens.

“Flying catastrophes” thought the man “it cannot get worse.”

Giant cockroaches skittered across his path.

Horror upon horror.

It was time to hide somewhere; the man was frightened, he was sure it was his last day on earth.

Jumping into the nearest doorway, he was at least safe from the storm.

Kangaroos were hopping along the street, escaped from the nearest zoo.

“Like it or not” said the man, “I will have to make a run for it and reach home.

My wife will be worried.

Night was approaching, and the man almost tripped over a kangaroo that just hopped across his path.

“Oh dear” he said, “things can only get better I hope.”

Pushing against the force of the wind, he managed to turn the corner.

Questioning the situation was of no help, the weather does what it wants to.

Running was now necessary.

Suddenly everything was quiet.

Time at last to take a rest and relax.

Unusual circumstances made the man very insecure.

Vampirical shapes could be seen lurching in the shadows.

What was going to happen next?

Xanthia, his wife was waiting at home.

Yes, just four steps and he would reach his garden gate.

Zilch was the result of this adventure; the man awoke in his own bed after such an alphabetic dream.

Daily Prompt: A to Z

Where is the Daily Prompt

Nera is thirsty

Not that I am sad. We have 35°C temperature it is hot, hot, hot and my chief feline Nera has decided to take a sleep next to the water hose in case she gets thirsty.

Mr. Swiss is away on a band practice, being drummer in a local modern jazz group and I am left on my own. I could write my prompt, but it has not yet arrived, if it does. So what does a housewife, retired golden oldie do? She retreats to the cool appartment where all shutters and windows are closed. She decides to clean the shower.  Will return some time later to see if something has arrived worth writing about. Have fun everyone on this promptless day.