“Our lead story tonight,” Amanda said, looking confidently at the teleprompter, “is the return of the Fluf…fernutter … Bandit?” (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 A Home for Wally Gator and The Squatch Lodge. 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….
Amanda looked up at the production booth. “Is this for real?”
Fiona blanched. “We’re live, Amanda,” the floor director said.
Pete nodded from the booth and pushed his mike button. “Just read the script.”
Amanda took a breath and returned her eyes to the prompter. “Police say a man entered Betty’s Bakery on Blueberry Boulevard and ordered a Fluffernutter sandwich. He then sat and enjoyed the tasty treat with one of Betty’s renowned caramel-cinnamon lattes, enjoying the bakery’s nostalgic neighborhood ambiance and the scent of fresh pastries. The man reportedly paid his bill, including a twenty-percent tip, and lef–”
She glared at Pete again. “This is ridiculous! There’s no story here.”
Pete shrugged. “Corporate said we have to go with sponsored news now. The bakery paid for the lead story.”
Stan leaned over from his seat beside Amanda. “I’m not even going to ask who sponsored the sports report.”
“Or the weather,” Wendy added, waving in front of a green screen
“Cal’s Curling,” Pete said, looking at Stan. He turned to Wendy. “And Ulla’s Umbrellas.”
“But it’s going to be sunny tomorrow,” Wendy said.
Pete shook his head. “Not anymore.”