Continue On Saturday

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I had a conference call in five minutes. Marcy had my meeting papers laid out along with some fresh pens, Post-it’s, and a note pad all ready for me. At least until I walked in…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: Damon pressed his thumb and forefinger of his right hand into the inner corners of his closed eyes hoping to provide some relief from the pain that throbbed there. His doctor had given him a…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: The bats flew out of the cave. We ducked and covered our heads out of reflex. Michelle squeeled louder than necessary and after the bats had completely vacated Norman jazzed her about it, imitating her…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “What do you mean you are married?” he said. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. He stepped away from me and raised his palms toward me. “What have we been doing…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: It was nearly 6 a.m. and Margie Logan’s fifteen-year-old son Morgan was not asleep in his bed; a place he would snore in til at least noon on a Saturday. His bed hadn’t looked slept…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: It was 1986. The Fly was in the theater and The Phantom of the Opera was a musical. I hadn’t seen either of them. My mom dressed me in the most hideous pink frock with…