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Sep 2020

A little cooped up here, maybe going mad. My computer is by my window which is just shy of about 5 feet, or 1.524 meters for those using a more sane measuring methodology. I hear a lot of out of context random conversations because I like to keep my window open. In this timeframe of pandemic induced house arrest, I've heard the likes of:

"I have an intense hatred for the color purple - it ruined my life..."
"Thank God Laura didn't show up, it would have been awkward for the dog..."
"Snooty plants and all..."
"No, I tried to tell him, but he insisted the shower had no place in their relationship..."

See? Just weird snippets like this leaving me wondering - what the actual hell? Then I start thinking about what the context could be - where were these questions and comments coming from and where were they headed? Might be a fun way to prompt a Tapas collaborative story of forum participants interested in the absurd and random. I'm tossing the notion out there for someone to pick a random like the one above (or one of their own odd utterances / observations!) and see where this takes us in quickfire fashion. Have a few laughs as we all build upon it, each responding to where the previous post leaves us and let it wither on its own accord.

Interested?

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alright - let's see where this goes, ha! No wrong direction here. Point of view can change if you're feeling it. As long as you want to get the point across or tee it up for the next post. We're all just typing here :wink:

Starting it with...

Thank God Laura didn't show up, Corbin thought to himself. And that poor dog...

It had been a few years since he'd last seen Laura. Needless to say, that interaction hadn't gone very well. Who knew a pleasant dinner would involve the police around the five p.m. mark?

The dog had been found belly up, foaming at the mouth, luckily still alive, but of course the police wouldn't show for just a dog. Whatever had poisoned the dog had been in the food, leaving Laura bedridden for days. The police had taken him in as the prime suspect, but of course found nothing, and Laura hadn't spoken to him since.

Until today.

Apparently the dog had died. Not of poison; of old age and obesity.

[sorry that got kind of dark!! lol]

"This is a bad idea." Laura muttered as she waited outside of his apartment.

Hovering her hand over the doorbell, she wondered what she could possibly say.

"Hey, thanks for calling the ambulance and for attempting CPR on my dog."

Stop joking Laura, she thought to herself, you nearly lost her life over this. Her mind wandered to King, his eyes glassy and his mouth covered in foam and she bit the inside of her lip hard. She'd given him a piece of chicken under the table, like she always did. She could tell herself that he'd died of natural causes, but she was sure the rat poison on the chicken had probably been the straw that broke the camel's back.

Hearing footsteps from behind the door, she knew she had to make a decision. Run, or stay?

Thinking it over, she wouldn't bring up the traumatic experience of Corbin performing CPR on King. Naw, it couldn't have been rat poison, right? Just a friend, inviting them over for some lasagna and then BAM! Handcuffs.

Laura sighed, curled her fingers into fists of courage and looked up just as the door opened. They'd sort it out. They always did.