“Deck the halls with boughs of meee,” Holly sang as she pulled giant plastic containers out of the closet.
Stu bit his tongue. (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 What a Turkey! and The Sort-of-Secret Santa List. 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….
“Ahh, the garland,” Holly said cheerfully, passing the box back to Stu. “Artificial boughs of me.”
“Complete with mascara and lip gloss?” Stu asked.
Holly tsk-tsked. “Don’t be pouty, dear. I’m sure your outdoor lights are back here somewhere.”
“I could get new ones,” Stu offered. “The old ones were getting kind of dim.”
Holly hoped so, having applied several layers of polyurethane spray to the bulbs last year, while Stu was at work. Not that the lights were too bright, but a friend sent her a photo of Stu’s decorations … taken from the International Space Station.
Then there were the complaints from airline pilots, delivered by a mostly-friendly representative from the FAA. In fact, the only truly friendly visit was from the electric company. Right after they added that new substation.
“Ahh, here they are,” Holly said as she pulled out a box from a stack four across and three high. “All seven billion light bulbs.”
“Only seventy thousand,” Stu said. “Plus the ones I put on each side of the driveway.”