“Can we get started before my grandkids retire?” Jeff demanded.

“If we’re going to start without a quorum,” Kevin replied, “we may as well throw out everything we stand for.” (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 Tropical Storm Coochiecoo and Little Plow and the Mixer. 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….


“Are you wearing mittens or something?” Larry asked pointedly.

“Yeah,” Matt added, shaking his head in disgust. “We have seven members and there’s four of us here.”

Kevin crossed his arms and huffed. “Fine. Ignore the voiceless.”

“Voiceless?” Jeff asked. “They’d have voices if they were here. Let’s start with a motion to approve the agenda.”

“This agenda?” Matt asked, holding up a piece of paper. “The one that says Old Business, New Business, Adjourn?”

Larry stood and stabbed a finger in the air. “Did you bring some other agenda?”

“Well, no–” Matt began.

“Then I move we approve that one,” Kevin said.

“Just a second–” Matt began.

“Motion made and seconded,” Jeff said. “All in favor?”

“I didn’t–” Matt attempted.

“–Aye!” the others yelled.

“Agenda approved,” Larry almost spat.

Matt rose. “Now just a minute–”

“Yes, the minutes,” Kevin said, looking at Matt, “or do you have a problem with those too?”

“It says here ‘Matt smacked the table,'” Matt said. “That’s wrong. I kicked a chair.”

“That was later,” Larry objected. “After I threw my pen.”

“Really?” Matt demanded.

The others nodded.

“We still need a second,” Jeff said, “on the minutes.”

“We need a motion, not a second,” Larry insisted.

Jeff held up a hand. “Give me a second.”

Matt shook his head. “Someone has to move first.”

“I moved last time,” Kevin said.

Larry shook his head. “Only because your chair broke.”

“When Matt kicked it,” Jeff added.

“I meant the last motion, on the agenda,” Kevin said.

“We’re way past that now,” Matt growled.

“Should we table the minutes?” Larry asked.

“I hit the table,” Matt said. “Before I kicked the chair.”

Jeff shook his head. “You didn’t kick me.”

“He meant my chair,” Kevin said.

Jeff stood. “I am the chair.”


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