Continue On Saturdays

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I was waiting at the bus stop, sucking back an Iced Capp, the first time I saw Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome among the other construction workers. I know this because it is pretty much…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: He was lying face down on the raft. At first we thought he was sleeping with his head using the inflated side as a pillow and one hand hanging over grazing the water’s edge but…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: When I was eight years old I saw a spacecraft land in the field behind Mr. Coulson’s barn. No one believed me. Every night afterward for the next six years I would wait by my…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: The fog drifted over the water toward the Dayton family cabin. Mark and Lily sat on Adirondack chairs on the end of the dock with their sleeping bags wrapped around them as much for warmth…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “What can be more exciting than working with spuds?” my fathered asked me after graduation. I had just finished telling him I wanted to go to college. It was obvious he was perplexed. He never…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: My doctor tells me my anger stems from my childhood. I tell her she is full of shit… often. I seldom think of my childhood, whether it be good or bad or anything in between….