Continie On Saturdays

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: From behind a lacy curtain she watched as four riders rode toward the house. Her husband had sent her in when he heard the hooves in the distance. She had no idea who they were…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I have been taking the path between Hinkley Square and Margin Road for the last six months. At 5:30 a.m. it is mostly quiet except for the occasional little dog walker and fellow runner. I…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “I can move things with my mind.” Margarete Whitten looked across the table at Joe Cruise and wondered for a split second if he was serious. She could see by the way he held his…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “My name is Emily Mardona and I am a hypochondriac,” said the woman in the pristinely pressed lavender shirt. I looked back down at the hang nail on my thumb and continued to pick away…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: There is nothing more uncomfortable when you are driving down a deserted stretch of highway with a full bladder. Guys have it easy, they can pull over anywhere, discreetly pull it out and go. Women,…