I hope everyone is having a great week! It's time for this weeks prompts, supplied by our prompt guru, Comicfan. Just a reminder, and for those who haven't worked with the prompts before: prompt responses under 1,000 words must be posted as part of a collection. Hopefully you'll find something in this weeks prompts to spark an idea and get you writing!

Prompt 554 – Creative
Tag – The Tree
After watching the tree arrive in Times Square, you and your mate decide you want a real one this year. Are your tree wishes a big hit or a total diaster.

Prompt 555 – Creative
Tag – Company Death
You’ve been hired to help kill off the zombies. The country has seen the dead rising and attacking the living constantly. The company has hired and trained a group of 100 to exterminate the zombies. You lead a team of three. What is your team like?

And now lets look at last weeks responses to Prompt #553

Our Tune by Ivor Slipper

I’d got into the habit pretty soon after he left. I know living in New York there were plenty of other options for how to spend the evening after work. I could have gone to the movies or the theatre but those would still have meant sitting in the dark on my own –without him. I could have gone to a restaurant I suppose – but a table for one? That’s a real loser situation, sitting on your own and reading a book in a restaurant! So instead I’d started going to bars. I spread my custom around; different locations on different evenings. After all there are lots of bars in New York. I didn’t even bother whether or not they were gay bars. It wasn’t as if I was looking to pick someone up; after all these years I wasn’t ready for a replacement or even a one night stand – as yet. What I needed was not be sitting alone in the apartment watching some dumb program on the TV. At least in a bar I might get into a small talk conversation with the guy sitting on the next stool or I could half listen to the conversations of others as they washed around me. Then when I decided I’d had enough to drink for the night, which after the couple of months that had passed was getting harder and harder to decide, I’d stagger out into the night and hopefully find a taxi to take me back to what had once been home but was now just an empty shell of an apartment.

Baby by JohnAR

“My back hurts,” he moaned, slowly sitting down on the comfortable chair; an ‘old man’ chair he wouldn’t have wanted to be seen in dead – if it hadn’t been for his ‘special’ circumstances.

“Shall I bring you some herbal tea?” Warren asked caringly.

“Who do you think I am?” Prime barked back, losing steam immediately, holding his belly nearly apologetically. “Actually yes.”

“No problem … ah … Sir,” Warren answered in confusion and was off to the kitchen.

“Everything is okay, the baby is healthy, Prime,” Leo packed the little electronic equipment he had used to examine the ever-growing belly.