“Mornin’ honey!” Chip chirped.

“Grrrr,” Gretchen growled. (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 Behind the 8-Ball and Monotony, Inc. 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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“Bad night?” Chip asked as he reached for the butter.

“Someone,” Gretchen hissed, “is about to lose an arm.”

Chip pulled his hand back. “I’m sorry. Did you want the butter?”

“I want it out of the way,” Gretchen said. “It’s between me and the coffee.”

“Hi mom!” Denise said, her hair and feet leaving a wet path across the dining room. “What’s for breakfast?”

Gretchen glared. “A mop.”

Denise giggled. “Ick, mom!”

“Sweetie,” Chip said, his face turning white, “please don’t laugh yet.”

“Why not?” Denise asked.

Chip gave Gretchen a beatific smile and turned to Denise. “You might wake your brother.”

Denise reached for the coffee pot, oblivious to her mother’s steely stare. “So?”

“So,” Chip said warily, “there was only enough coffee for three cups.”

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Have fun!