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As previous add-along stories about Haley the Truck Stop Waitress and Elaine the Not Really An Axe Murderess were popular with readers, we present a new weekly feature at BPI: Midday Matinee – Tuesday’s Tale.
The premise is simple. The article offers the first paragraph or so of a story, and readers add on a paragraph or so as you wish, following the basic principle of the “Yes, And” improv game. Here’s an example video:
In other words, all previous additions are accepted as being in the story, and you pick up where the last writer left off. (But you needn’t write “Yes, and” at the start of your addition.) Fire up your creative brain cells and hop in!
Edgar stood at the edge of the frozen lake, wondering if the ice was thick enough to hold him. Ordinarily that wouldn’t be an issue. He’d simply walk on by, as he did every day, barely pausing to glance at the “No Swimming” sign with the black warning icon featuring the lake’s resident monster: Maddie. Of course, the icon was just an artist’s rendering. No one had ever photographed the huge animal that lurked in Lake Madeline. There was no proof Maddie existed. But there was also no proof that she didn’t, so the town fathers – actually one town father and four town mothers, as women had nearly swept the last election – had banned swimming.
The town father-and-four-mothers had not banned skating. Not that Edgar intended to skate. He simply wanted to walk on the ice, if it would hold him, to retrieve his cell phone. The cell phone he’d hurled in disgust after he’d read the text from Carla, saying she never wanted to see him again. The cell phone that began playing “The Ride of the Valkyries” – Carla’s ring tone – just as it left his hand and arced out onto the ice. Oops. Regardless, Edgar did not intend to violate the ban on swimming. Unless the ice was too thin. Then he’d have to, or else violate his personal ban on drowning.