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: I wasn’t sure why I decided to visit Charlie when I did. But looking back it seemed kismet that I should show up when I did. He really…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: The smell of the shea butter lightly permeated the air when he crossed the threshold into Jackie Orbach’s apartment. He could picture her after a hot shower smoothing the sweet lotion on her legs. The…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: The hand sized moth wings flutter around his face. Tenderly, at first, then…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “You gave me an STD!” she screamed at him while shaking her clenched fists. They were so tight I almost thought she was fingerless. Other than screaming personal information in the street of Harlow, Indiana…
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: “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…