Continue On Saturdays

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: Breaking your leg is painful but breaking your upper leg (the femur for you medical types) in three places at once is excruciating. Last month while I was sneaking back into my bedroom window, I…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: Sandra Arbuckle took a controlled breath before she tentatively lowered her hand into the murky…

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 family camp. Flies, heat, dust, and a dock leading to cool blue heaven. Dad could always be found in his collapsible aluminum chair with a fishing pole in one hand and a Budweiser in…