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Midday Matinee – Tuesday’s Tale: The Post-Election Auction

November 13, 2012

Midday Matinee

Midday Matinee – Tuesday’s Tale: The Post-Election Auction

“For our first item,” Austin said, “we have the silk handkerchief into which the losing candidate wept when the returns came in. The bidding will open at one hundred dollars.” (More)

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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include What Monsters Wear for Halloween and The Genius House. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….

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“That’s just cold,” Barbara said, shaking her head.

“Not really,” Celine replied. “They’re trying to raise money to pay off their campaign debts.”

“Ahh,” Barbara said, not entirely convinced.

“I’ll bid a hundred,” Dianne yelled.

“I have one hundred,” Austin called. “Do I hear one-fifty?”

Ed started to lift his hand, then held still. “I’m waiting for the piece of drywall with the Italian-loafer-sized hole in it.”

“I want the commemorative canceled campaign credit card,” Celine said.

Barbara shook her head. “Tsk tsk. Schadenfreude is so … petty. I’ll hold out for the smashed smartphone with the killer-whale-styled belt clip.”

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Have fun!

  • winterbanyan

    “What I want,” said Barry, “is the number on Karl Rove’s empty bank account. Or was that Swiss?”

    “Wrong guy,” Dave said. “I’d rather wait until they auction off their last dollar.”

  • NCrissieB

    “We still have only one hundred dollars on this beautiful handkerchief,” Austin said. “C’mon, folks. This was hand-woven by Chinese workers and hand-delivered by a Swiss courier through the Cayman Islands on yacht with a car elevator. That’s gotta count for something.. Can I have one-fifty?”

    “Is that true?” Barbara asked.

    “Probably not,” Celine said. “But Austin likes to embroider.”

    “I hope he didn’t embroider that handkerchief,” Dianne said, looking around to see if anyone had met her bid.

  • Jim W

    “Will there be fireworks? I would like to light up the sky in celebration.” Dave thought.

  • winterbanyan

    “I want Rafalca’s oat bag,” Daisy said. “Hand-embroidered silk on silk by Tibetan monks in a Chinese prison. Carried over the Himalayas by eight year old Sherpas in a true act of daring, evading border guards…”

    Barry looked at her. “You made that up.”

    “Only the part about the Sherpas. It was actually a gift from Chinese workers grateful for outsourcing. I hear they make fifty cents a day now.”

  • NCrissieB

    “I’m not sure if they’re auctioning that,” Celine said. “But they are selling the lucky horse shoe from the 2012 Olympics, complete with the original manure specks.”

    “Well who could pass up that?” Barbara asked drily.

  • addisnana

    “Are they auctioning Romney’s over sized flag pin?” asked Celine. “I wonder if it still has the microchip imbedded in it. If it does, I could yell for help and be sure to get fast service. I like the idea.”

  • NCrissieB

    “I’m not sure,” Dianne said. “I know they have the half-empty cup of hot chocolate the candidate’s wife offered as a tip at a coffee shop.”

    “Now I will bid on that,” Barbara said.

    “Not until we sell this handkerchief,” Austin insisted.

    “Just let Dianne have it for a hundred,” Ed called.

    “We’ll never pay off that campaign debt at this rate,” Austin said.