“Welcome to the July meeting of the Time Travel Society,” Elena announced.
Dave raised a hand. “This isn’t October?” (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 Massage Class and Underwere. 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….
Elena shook her head. “Nope. It’s July.”
Dave looked at his calender and groaned. “I’m supposed to be at my daughter’s swim meet. I must have miscalibrated my beam.”
“I thought your daughter gave up competitive swimming after college,” Fred said.
Dave’s brow furrowed. “Okay, what year is it?”
“Twenty-fifteen,” Elena said.
“Then I really messed up,” Dave said. “I set it for twenty-ten.”
“When were you before you got here?” Gerri asked.
“My birthday, in twenty-eighteen,” Dave said. “The year my wife surprises me with … anyway, that’s a really nice birthday.”
Elena blushed. Fred noticed.
“Wait,” Fred said. “You and Dave’s wife….”
“What happens in Vegas,” Elena began, and ended.
“What I want to know,” Gerri said, “is how it’s a surprise if Dave knows about it three years ahead of time.”