Story Go Round 02/12/2002, round 1, #1


Saltine awoke the same as every day. Bored. Nothing ever was different. She lowered one leg to the floor and missed it. The wind blew through her toes. Sighing, purple grapes in a bowl laughing at her, she wiggled them abstractedly for a moment, noticing a bright orange fungi had made a nest between the leaves and sighed. Just because the floor was gone... the same old same old.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Alan is blue; Terry is orange; Eileen is green