Early Prompts

576 A man called Bleaney lived here a while

577 Ingrowing toenails, corns

578 When there were such things as The Night Mail

579 The colour of moonfall

580 Walking a musky street, red-lit windows either side

581 Introduction to Pottery

582 Not quite the morning after, more like the mid-day

583 PUFFIN ALLEY

584 It's not that often I hit a perfect ball

585 Shit, even under floodlights

586 This is a simple place: people die here

587 Time to call time on time

588 Don't draw the curtain, not an inch

589 It has rained now, non-stop for a week

590 Eyes like Halogen Headlights

591 She is beautiful but her house smells of wet dogs

592 I have been dead one thousand days

593 Living over a Chip Shop, alone again.

594 Drowning off Lampedusa

595 A man with a rubber trumpet

596 That Easter I arrived a bit later than expected

597 I have met many late in their lives

598 To the left, girls, boys to the right. Orange Squash

599 It is time for a rebirth

600 When the blinds slap open on a dirty old train