Good morning. Before we begin, let me remind you that the Week Two topic has launched. What Worlds May Come to you in Week Two?
In similar news, the entrants from Week One humbly request your readership and evaluations. What do you make of their Local Color?
On to the mulligan chapter of this Chatter. Last week, I threw you an opening line and asked you to expand upon it. I think last Monday was particularly gloomy one indeed, so let’s have a do-over!
Rules of Engagement: You may comment only one sentence at a time. Be sure to check “notify me of responses” so that you can keep up! The only other rule is, you must allow at least two other people to take a turn before you jump in for another. Ready? Go!
“Something fell heavily from above and struck me upon the crown of my head.”
“At least that is what the E.R. nurse told me when I regained consciousness.”
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“Do you remember where you were?” The nurse asked.
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“Where am I now?”
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After that I never spoke to gravity again.
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I don’t remember my own name, but I call the cat Gravity.
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What the cat calls me, however, is a subject for another day, and another concussion.
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