“You asked me to take you to a museum, dear,” Roland said.

“I did,” Sarah agreed. “But … toenail clippings?” (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 holiday double feature – Winter Storm BeeBee and The 43rd Annual BPI Thanksgiving Day Parade – and Jock Itch. 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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“We hear that a lot,” Dora said, “but the exhibit is actually quite amazing.”

Sarah smiled politely, figuring museum docents were supposed to say such things. Better to keep patrons enthusiastic all the way to the gift shop. She shuddered at the thought.

“For example, the artist accumulated these,” Dora said, pointing to a painting that looked as if it were studded with tiny tacks, “over the past ten years of clipping his cat’s nails. He calls this work Saving My Lap When The Phone Rings.”

“Does he now?” Sarah asked, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

“And what are those?” Roland asked, pointing at what looked like small horseshoes.

“Elephant toenail clippings,” Dora said. “You can tell by the pink polish.”

“Because the elephants were hiding in cherry trees?” Sarah asked.

Dora gave a patient laugh. “The artist has an amazing sense of humor.”

“For a twelve-year-old,” Sarah muttered.

“I think he’s in his twenties,” Roland said.

“Thirty-three, actually,” Dora replied. “But he began collecting in his teens.”

“I’m guessing there’s no Mrs. Artist,” Sarah said.

“Not yet,” Dora said, smiling wistfully, “but one can still hope.”

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