Continue On Saturdays
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: He held her under the water ignoring the nails breaking off as they frantically dug into his hands and forearms. He could see her mouth gasping for air like a goldfish behind a wall of…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “Take the hook out of its mouth,” my father said as he held the five inch Perch in one hand and the line in the other. I tried to grasp the base of the hook…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “You make it look easy” I said to Michele as she applied another layer of bright red lipstick to her Hollywood lips. She smiled and pressed her lips together. “It is all in the execution,”…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: One. Two. Three. He caressed each bullet in the palm of his hand before slipping it into its chamber. He had done this dozens of times before but somehow tonight it felt poetic. Four. Five….
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “Sylvie! Sylvie! Damn it, where are you child?” I peeked through the planks of the porch stairs at Aunt Hinie’s uneven stockings. Her worn shoes disappeared from view and I heard the porch door squeak…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: Her straw hat blew off with a gentle gust from a passing bus. A man in a disheveled suit tripped over his feet trying not to step on it. They both stooped to pick it…