Biff Buffley sighed. “I don’t feel like a tropical depression.”
In the control room, Tammy nodded. “They don’t mean you, Biff. It’s just a name.” (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 Peck Peck Peck and The Whirled Cup. 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….
Note: Today’s characters previously appeared in Winter Storm Snicker, Shutdown Storm Gooper, Winter Storm BeeBee, F-f-frigid-d-d, Severe Chocolate Event, Tropical Storm Coochiecoo and Snowmageddalypse.
“She’s right,” Nora whispered. She sat crosslegged on the studio floor, beside her partner Melinda, outside the cameras’ view. “There was a Hurricane Nora in 1997, but it wasn’t me.”
“Shh,” Craig the cameraman whispered. “These studio mikes are really sensitive.”
“Yes, Craig,” Tammy said. “They are.”
Biff looked into the camera’s lens. “But it’s different. Ana and Danny and Fred and Grace are everyday names. Biff is … well … how many Biffs are there?”
“Quite a few, actually,” Tammy said. “The Baby Name Guesser says Biff’s popularity is three-point-six-six-two on a scale of zero to six.”
“And how many of those Biffs already get blamed for all the bad weather?” Biff asked.
“He has a point,” Melinda whispered.
“Shh,” Craig warned Melinda.
“Shh,” Tammy warned Craig.
“We’re not even supposed to name tropical depressions,” Biff said morosely. “Not until they become tropical storms. So why did they name this one … for me?”
“I think he’s depressed,” Nora whispered.
“Shh” and “Shh,” Craig and Tammy replied in sequence.
“Enough of this shh,” Biff said. He looked at Nora and Melinda. “Ladies, do I have a point?”