“Mom, when will dinner be ready?” Billy asked.
“Dad, when can I ride my new bike?” Jenny asked in the next room. (More)
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include The Snow Day and Doompocageddon! 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….
Gina looked at the recipe on the counter while her husband Steve studied the instructions on the living room floor. Both gave the same reply.
“Today, I hope.”
“Why are we having Crusty Herb’s Apple Cider?” Billy asked. “And who is Herb? And why is he crusty?”
Gina almost choked on her sip of wine. “It’s Herb-Crusted Turkey with Apple Cider Gravy, sweetie. We’re having it because I wanted to try something new.”
Billy nodded. “You didn’t explain who Herb is.”
“I think he designed your sister’s bike,” Gina said.
In the living room, Jenny wondered if the piles of pieces that looked almost nothing like a bicycle, yet, would ever become one.
“You’re not supposed to say those words, daddy,” Jenny whispered.
Steve stopped muttering and nodded. “I know, sweetie. I’m sorry. I’m trying to find part 53-L.”
“What does it look like?” Jenny asked.
“From this drawing,” Steve said, “it looks something like mommy’s turkey.”