“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….

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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.”

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Have fun!