Continue On Saturday

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “I’m taking phone calls from ten until noon. After that I’ll be gone until 3.” “Where will you be?” asked my assistant Maggie. “Out.” “But where shall I tell people you are…” “Tell them I…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I was fourteen years old when my father died. The last words I spoke to him were, “I’d rather die than have you as a father.” I stormed out and went to a party. When…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: The little pink cross gave her the answer she was expecting but not the one she wanted. Deborah Hulia threw the plastic stick in the trash. She stared into the discolored mirror as she washed…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I wasn’t scared. I mean, sure, I jumped but that was just a habitual response. I wasn’t scared. In fact, I’ve never been scared a day in my life. You wouldn’t think …