“Boo,” Sally said.
Trisha smiled. “Ghosts don’t greet each other that way.”
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 Head-Desk and Haul the Deck. 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 tale is based on, well, if you have cable TV, you know….
“Sorry,” Sally said. “I’m new at this.”
Rachel nodded. “It’s okay. We just say ‘Hi,’ like we did before.”
“Thanks,” Sally replied. “The thing is, why are we ghosts? I don’t remember … you know … dying.”
Trisha chuckled. “We didn’t die, hon. It’s just that our husbands spend all their time out in the woods hunting bigfoots–”
“– or wandering around old buildings looking for ghosts,” Rachel added.
“Or talking with the director and the cameraman,” Trisha continued.
Rachel nodded. “Or fishing with them. The point is, since our husbands got cast for that stupid show they’re never here –”
“– and we’ve decided to haunt them,” Trisha concluded.
Sally stroked her beard as she pondered both their explanation and why her ghost had a beard. “I guess this will make Buck notice me.”
Tricia winked. “Chick sure noticed when my ghostly hand grabbed his … you know.”
“She decided to be nice,” Rachel said with a giggle. “I squirted Kool Whip in Doc’s palm and then blew on his cheek.”
“He thought Buck did it,” Tricia said. “That argument will be in the new season.”
“So Buck should want to get even,” Sally mused. “Now, how arrange that….”