Engine and Caboose

[freebird5825]

this is a creating writing exercise...
i will be the Engine and start the train out of the station.
i need all of you to be the Boxcars and add a sentence or two to the story i start.
the last entry is the Caboose. but who will really be the Caboose?

are the Boxcars READY ? Let us begin....

It was a hot sunny day in East Nowhere NY, the kind of day that made you think of finding a clear mountain stream and a rope swing and jumping into that cold deep clear water. She decided to go for a drive to the creek. On the way there, she stopped at the local store and bought....

 

[HFWR]

this is a creating writing exercise...
i will be the Engine and start the train out of the station.
i need all of you to be the Boxcars and add a sentence or two to the story i start.
the last entry is the Caboose. but who will really be the Caboose?

are the Boxcars READY ? Let us begin....

It was a hot sunny day in East Nowhere NY, the kind of day that made you think of finding a clear mountain stream and a rope swing and jumping into that cold deep clear water. She decided to go for a drive to the creek. On the way there, she stopped at the local store and bought....

[-]new batteries for her vibrator.[/-]

[-]a liter of tequila.[/-]

[-]it when her car hopped a curb, and hit a telephone pole.[/-]

the ingredients for a picnic lunch...

 

[HFWR]

Sorry, I thought "engine and caboose" was a colorful metaphor...

 

[bbbamI]

"Wow look at the size of that ham!" she exclaimed as she walked past the cucumbers...

 

[crazy connie]

Then she calmly strolled on to the fruits & nuts section of the produce department where she ran smack dab into...

 

[JPatrick]

Then she calmly strolled on to the fruits & nuts section of the produce department where she ran smack dab into...

Several old friends from San Francisco...

 

[ERD50]

Sorry, I thought "engine and caboose" was a colorful metaphor...

Heck, I didn't even think they were metaphors!

I kinda like "train stories"

-ERD50

 

[ERD50]

On the way there, she stopped at the local store and bought....

Several old friends from San Francisco...

Wait a minute, what time does the train arrive in San Francisco?



OK, I'll play nice....


It was a hot sunny day in East Nowhere NY, the kind of day that made you think of finding a clear mountain stream and a rope swing and jumping into that cold deep clear water. She decided to go for a drive to the creek. On the way there, she stopped at the local store and bought....

Ahhhh, sorry, I give up. Everything I try either comes out dirty or sappy or both. I'll just listen. Carry on.

-ERD50

 

[Westernskies]

Several old friends from San Francisco...

... who were in town to attend the wedding of an old friend she hadn't seen in decades. Actually, she had seen him; it turned out he lived two floors below in her rent-controlled apartment building and worked as a receptionist in the office building where she delivered the mail every day. She just didn't recognize him after the sex-change operation. What she couldn't figure out, though was why he/she hadn't recognized her...

 

[laurence]

But she wasn't ready to face this reality, not yet. Tears flowed down her face like the leaky faucet in her rent controlled apartment on a lonely Saturday night, falling on her heaving bosom barely kept in place by her white halter top. She ran from the store, thinking of the only man who could truly touch her as she sped away in her convertible, with the sultry air blowing reluctantly past like the memories she hoped she could leave behind for good....

 

[JPatrick]

But she wasn't ready to face this reality, not yet. Tears flowed down her face like the leaky faucet in her rent controlled apartment on a lonely Saturday night, falling on her heaving bosom barely kept in place by her white halter top. She ran from the store, thinking of the only man who could truly touch her as she sped away in her convertible, with the sultry air blowing reluctantly past like the memories she hoped she could leave behind for good....

After a few miles she regained her composure and suddenly realized something about that wind blowing through her hair was strange..OMG! I don't own a convertible!

 

[W2R]

It was a hot sunny day in East Nowhere NY, the kind of day that made you think of finding a clear mountain stream and a rope swing and jumping into that cold deep clear water. She decided to go for a drive to the creek. On the way there, she stopped at the local store and bought the ingredients for a picnic lunch. "Wow look at the size of that ham!" she exclaimed as she walked past the cucumbers. Then she calmly strolled on to the fruits & nuts section of the produce department where she ran smack dab into several old friends from San Francisco who were in town to attend the wedding of an old friend she hadn't seen in decades. Actually, she had seen him; it turned out he lived two floors below in her rent-controlled apartment building and worked as a receptionist in the office building where she delivered the mail every day. She just didn't recognize him after the sex-change operation. What she couldn't figure out, though was why he/she hadn't recognized her. But she wasn't ready to face this reality, not yet. Tears flowed down her face like the leaky faucet in her rent controlled apartment on a lonely Saturday night, falling on her heaving bosom barely kept in place by her white halter top. She ran from the store, thinking of the only man who could truly touch her as she sped away in her convertible, with the sultry air blowing reluctantly past like the memories she hoped she could leave behind for good. After a few miles she regained her composure and suddenly realized something about that wind blowing through her hair was strange..OMG! I don't own a convertible!

Yes, she finally came to the realization that until the convertible was paid off, she didn't really own it. The bank owned it. Her despair deepened as she pondered her financial situation. Her portfolio was in ruins (for obvious reasons), she wasn't making much delivering mail, and paying $500/mo for her car wasn't helping things despite the great rent in her rent-controlled apartment. Suddenly, she thought of a great idea that would help her to pay off the car! That idea was to...

 

[bbbamI]

....go back to the store later in the day and purchase a couple of hams and cucumbers. Perhaps she could find a clientele that would interested in that kind of thing. She could not forget bacon as she knew one man well enough that this would be an absolute requirement....

 

[REWahoo]

...Then again, having to dress in that silly rabbit costume and wear that stupid pancake beret was a real pain...

 

[ls99]

This was a short train ride, looks like it de-railed.

 

[JPatrick]

...Then again, having to dress in that silly rabbit costume and wear that stupid pancake beret was a real pain...

Oh well, if the encounter didn't pan out she had the perfect costume to work as a Wal*Mart greeter in San Francisco...

 

[FinanceDude]

....go back to the store later in the day and purchase a couple of hams and cucumbers. Perhaps she could find a clientele that would interested in that kind of thing. She could not forget bacon as she knew one man well enough that this would be an absolute requirement....

That man was a Silicon Valley wheeler and dealer that liked only certain girls. She wondered how she had gotten into this escort racket. At 30, the "moonlight job" she was doing was beginning to wear on her. All those middle aged rich and powerful men, using her as a plaything because they could..............

 

[HFWR]

That man was a Silicon Valley wheeler and dealer that liked only certain girls. She wondered how she had gotten into this escort racket. At 30, the "moonlight job" she was doing was beginning to wear on her. All those middle aged rich and powerful men, using her as a plaything because they could..............

Meanwhile, she was investing her $500/hr "salary" in a VA...

 

[FinanceDude]

Meanwhile, she was investing her $500/hr "salary" in a VA...

Which Veteran's Administration facility was she moonlighting at??

 

[crazy connie]

But, something her Mom & Dad (who were card carrying FIRE members) had warned her about in regards to the VA's continued to nag at her. They had often encouraged her to become financially literate and suggested reading real books written by some old dudes name Bern-stein and Boogle or was that Duggel? But, like so many of her generation she got her financial acumen from columns in the magazines she bought from the newstand to read while getting her hair & nails done every week before she met the girls for mall therapy...

 

[bbbamI]

I think we need the Engine...

 

[freebird5825]

But, something her Mom & Dad (who were card carrying FIRE members) had warned her about in regards to the VA's continued to nag at her. They had often encouraged her to become financially literate and suggested reading real books written by some old dudes name Bern-stein and Boogle or was that Duggel? But, like so many of her generation she got her financial acumen from columns in the magazines she bought from the newstand to read while getting her hair & nails done every week before she met the girls for mall therapy...

She secretly hated shopping, but she just had to blend in. Her past was threatening to catch up with her. Just yesterday, in the mall, she saw the tall lanky police detective who had been on her trail since Alberquerque, where she had...

 

[haha]

She secretly hated shopping, but she just had to blend in. Her past was threatening to catch up with her. Just yesterday, in the mall, she saw the tall lanky police detective who had been on her trail since Alberquerque, where she had...

had her skirt blown up by a gust, revealing that "she" was perhaps not quite accurate

 

[FinanceDude]

had her skirt blown up by a gust, revealing that "she" was perhaps not quite accurate

As a former Mafia "hitman", there were always dangers to deal with. With a new identity as a "she", she was able to move about more freely........

 

[Moemg]

So she hopped a plane for New Jersey to visit her old Mafia pal Tony Soprano.