Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! Yessiree, it is still muggy and stankin’ hot, here in the Montreal area. The rains come in tiny spurts and offer zero relief. In fact, I think they just bring the humidity level up several notches. I’m sure all a y’all are tired o’ talkin’ about the weather so how about we move onto some story-tellin’ instead? Our wonderful leader, Rochelle has once again provided us with a picture (thanks Ted Strutz!) worth 100-words. Words, we writers and wannabe-writers, hope will make you laugh, cry, suck in your breath, anger you, scare you… and even get you to want to participate! Speaking of which, should you be feelin’ it, why don’t you click on that there blue froggy below and add your 100-words worth?
A Rapt Audience
Arms locked, Colin, Monique and Denis crossed the street. The siblings had spent their adult lives roaming the globe on many a worldly adventure together, eschewing the conventions of marriage and family. At 84, 89 and 86, respectively, they were finally ready to put away their passports and relax for their remaining years in a small coastal town.
Their Friday-night suppers at the diner on the pier was the town’s favourite activity. Tables were set up around the retired adventurers’ so all could listen to their wild exploits, told with such passion and verve.
One of the rapt ensured their stories would live on.