Anyone can join, with a 50-word vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.
The refrigerator looked just like her parents'. It was quite, quite empty.
"Food would have gone sour by now," said Hobert, cheerfully.
The room had neither dust nor cobwebs, but she did not know enough about magic to contradict.
She glanced behind it. It was cold but not plugged in.
With a gaze that could sour milk, break clocks, and kill young, from babies to nestlings.
Or at least inspire febrile imaginings in a foolish girl, Jonnet told herself.
And then the thunderhead dragon began to laugh.
"There is nothing you can do!" it bellowed. "I have cursed you all!"
Her breath rushed out.
"You stayed," said a pleased voice behind her.
She turned. "Didn't I say I would?"
Magnus's smile deepened. He gestured at the pearly cityscape. "May I take you to the Golden Hind? They do a thing with sour cherries that has to be tried to be believed. But no mulled cider."
The other bank was covered with brush, where bright blue berries were still unripe and sour and the branches were stiff and a barrier. The first knights to clamber out set about tearing them out to create a path. Jon, arriving, had only to give Princess Cassilde a hand up.