“Who are you?” Steve asked suspiciously.

Victor narrowed his eyes. “Why do you want to know?” (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 Blue Light Special, A Jill Graber Story and The Meeting Society Meeting. 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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“Now now,” Rita said, walking out of her real estate office. “Victor is a visitor. He’s thinking of buying a home here in Paranoiburg.”

Steve frowned. “Visitor, huh?”

“Don’t mind Steve,” Rita said to Victor. “He’s one of the gate sentries. They keep us safe from outsiders.”

“Who keeps us safe from the gate sentries?” Victor asked.

“I do,” Nick said as he crossed the street. “I’m the commander of the Paranoiburg Neighborhood Patrol.”

“Uh huh,” Victor said, sounding unconvinced.

Rita smiled and opened the door of her armored personnel carrier. “Hop in. I’ll give you a tour of our lovely town, and show you the home site we talked about.”

“Sure,” Victor said as he climbed in. He grunted as he pulled the two-inch thick steel plate door closed. “That’s heavy.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Rita said. “The obstacle course will get you in shape.”

“Obstacle course?” Victor asked.

Rita rounded a corner and pointed to a series of ropes, nets, zig-zagged logs, walls, and culverts. “It’s the only way to get into the convenience store.”

Victor nodded. “Shouldn’t they call it an inconvenience store?”

“Melvin wouldn’t like that. He owns it,” Rita explained. She waved to a man on the roof of the store, scanning the town through binoculars. “And there he is. Mornin’, Mayor!”

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Have fun!