Communal Story # 1 November 2012

This was not the lunch I ordered.  I looked at the next table and wondered what they had ordered.  Instead of the spinach/noodle/tomato dish I thought I ordered, there was an orange mass of something that reminded me of, well, you can imagine what…

My heart started thumping loudly as I realized that my unfortunate lunch was not making me feel ill.  There he was across the room in full splendor as always.  But he was not even aware of my presence.  So I dropped a five franc piece loudly on the floor.

He looked up with a huge grin and came over to me.  I couldn’t breathe.  I waited.  Then he saw my lunch and said, “What in the world is that horrible mess?”



The above story is a compilation of individual lines proffered by the ladies present at the writing group meetings.  Basically, the meeting facilitator presents a blank sheet of paper to the writer sitting closest to her.  The first recipient writes whatever comes to mind and slips it to the next person.  Each writer adds one line as the story paper progresses around the table.  When it is returned to the facilitator, the short story is read for the great amusement of all present!!

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