It's a Story Time weekend.
I'll show a picture and start the story.
Then YOU post a comment with the next sentence of the story.
Read the comments throughout the day and jump in with your own story addition anytime!
He started every Saturday the same way.
He would wake up at his usual time (6:45), roll out of bed and put on his shoes.
ReplyDeleteThe aroma of last's night burnt dinner would be lingering in the air and as always, he'd hope that the smell of his dark roast coffee percolating would usurp the offending odor.
ReplyDeleteAfter he drank his coffee, he always got out his notebook. And then......
ReplyDeletelooked across the street at the third floor apartment, wondering about her, as he began the daily writing that someday might become a novel that would explain this complex relationship between him and...
ReplyDelete...the red haired woman. He seemed to see her wherever he went, but he'd never had the courage to introduce himself. So instead, he would make up stories about her based on where he saw her last. Yesterday, she was walking out of...
ReplyDeletethe dentist's office, with a gleaming smile.
ReplyDeleteAnd then it happened...
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