“Aww mom, you bought me prom night lingerie from Paris?” Geena asked. “How thoughtful!”

“More thoughtful than you realize,” Helen murmured under her breath. (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 Pun Patrol and Not the Final Frontier. 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….


“Well try them on, dear,” Helen said.

Geena grinned and hugged her mom before dashing to her room. Helen waited until the door closed, then thumbed her cell phone. A few minutes later, the display popped up, although the readings seemed a bit odd.

“Mom?” Geena said as she came out of her room. “This lace itch … what’s that?”

Helen looked up, instinctively tucking her phone behind her back. “It itches, honey?”

“What were you looking at, mom?” Geena asked.

“Just checking messages, dear,” Helen replied.

Geena crossed her arms. “Mom, you sound like me when I’m trying to lie to you.”

Her daughter had a point, Helen realized. Besides, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She showed Geena the display.

Geena’s draw dropped. “Is that my … underwear?”

“Yes, it is,” Helen said. “It has built-in sensors that will alert me if … you know….”

“Mommmmmmmmmmm!” Geena said. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, dear,” Helen replied. “But I don’t trust Jack.”


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