Hello!
I'm so glad you could come over on such short notice!!
Just open the gate... and come on in. It's windy out here today and there's quite a chill in the air. This cold air must be coming off that new snow up in the mountains. I heard on the news that several inches fell last night over the Pass.
As soon as we get inside we'll sit around the fire and have a cup of coffee. That'll warm you up. Some of the ladies are already there.
I know Thanksgiving is just a few days away, but I thought it would be fun for all of us to get together and do some writing...to relax a little before the big holiday.
I have a surprise for all of you. I hope you'll like it.
Are you ready?
I'm hosting a Relay Writing Party. I'd like for my "friends" to join me in writing a fictional story. Here are the directions:
1. I have asked Linda Reznicek to write the first paragraph. You'll find it below.
2. Add to the story as you wish--one or more times each day, is just fine. But you should only write 50 words or less each time.
3. Leave your addition under comments. Be sure to read the last comment that was submitted and add on to it.
4. The plot, settings, events, characters, etc. will develop as each writer's imagination unfolds the story.
5. Each day I'll add your segments along with your blog's name to the story until the entire work is finished. It's a great way to introduce readers to your work.
6. Your readers are also invited to our party, so please mention us on your blog. We want as many participants as possible. The more writers, the more fun we'll have.
7. Don't be shy. This is NOT a competition.
As I mentioned before, Linda Reznicek agreed to start our story with the following paragraph. So let's go.....
Patricia Vender was a cautious woman. Her phone number was unlisted, which was not an unusual choice for a woman, but she would take a normal caution and go one step further. Where some women might not list their phone number, Patricia also never gave her name--not on her answering machine and not on her voicemail. Indeed, she wouldn't even give her name if someone asked her point blank on the other line, "Is this Patricia?" Her reply might be a simple, "Why?" Or, she might take it even further and ask back, "Who are you and why do you want to know?"
OK...your turn. Leave your addition under "comments." Can't wait to read it.
6 comments:
With all her precautions and safeguards in place, Patricia couldn't have been more surprised when she picked up her ringing phone in the kitchen and heard a deep smooth voice say from the other end, "Well, hello, Patricia. It's been too long."
The hair on the back of her neck went up. This was not a welcome voice. She was immediately tossed back to a different time ... a dangerous time ... one she'd rather forget.
And one she thought she had managed to forget...until now! Why had she not listened to her gut and let the answering machine get it? Much too slowly she said
"I'm sorry you must have a wrong number."
She put the phone back into the cradle and buried her face in her trembling hands. Her mind was racing in a dozen different directions. She could not still her wildly beating heart. She knew she had to organize her thoughts and decide what to do next.
She went up to her attic office and reached around in a back closet for a small wood box. She opened the lid and pulled out a picture. It was him, from a time when they were much younger. She stared at it for minutes, then she placed it back in the box and pulled out the letter.
There had to be a way to forget, to erase the memory. She took the letter back downstairs, set it carefully in the fireplace, and set a match to it. The paper curled at the edges, then melted completely into the flame.
Post a Comment