“Why do we have a locker-room-scented candle?” Denise asked.

“It reminds some guys of the best years of their lives,” Ellen replied. (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 W’Erin the Green and The Genius Kitchen. 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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“The best years of their lives smelled like,” Denise wrinkled her nose, “sweat and cheap deodorant?”

Ellen sniffed. “With a hint of foot powder.”

Fran took another candle from the shelf and held it to her nose. “The Female Locker Room adds strawberry lip gloss and….” She pushed the candle away. “Oh no. That isn’t … is it?”

Ellen shrugged. “Scent designers sometimes include too much detail.”

Gillian read another label. “Beach Party?”

Fran put the Female Locker Room candle down and smelled Beach Party. “Hrmm. Salt air, suntan lotion, wood smoke, and beer?”

“With a whiff of rotting seaweed,” Gillian noted. “For authenticity.”

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