Who wants to do a round robin story?

It was extremly crowded in there. Everyone was Christmas shopping. Nooks and books were all being rung up. Then, I looked across the crowded, chaotic space and saw….

A tall man in a black leather trench coat. It appeared that he was hawking knock-off brand ereaders and tablets from under his coat. He actually almost accosted one of the customers heading toward the nook kiosk saying “hey, why do you need one of THOSE when you can have one of THESE for much cheaper…....” The guy seemed fried out of his brain. After the customer somewhat not-so-politely declined, the man headed towards my direction and made eye contact. I…........

flinched, looking down, then up to see him staring right at me, then down, then back up again, locking eyes. When I looked, it seemed like my eyes were going blurry, like I was watching an old TV with ghost images jumping in and out of resonance. It looked like there were two people in the same place in front of me. One was the guy in the trench coat, who looked like some crazy spy vs spy dude. The other, oddly, was an older woman, who seemed to be sitting down, knitting, looking at me over granny glasses. She opened her mouth, saying….

“Hello dear.” Gesturing toward the ocelot lying beside, she continued “I’m so sorry Lamb Chop ate your baby’s cookies, and even sorrier about his tiny hand.” She began burrowing in her bag and emerged holding a

”...keep it clean…”

that rules me out :-p

book. It was large and well-aged. Its wooden cover only added to the weight of its pages. I opened, catiously turning the yellowing paper. Contained inside the black ink words was/were…

the answer I’ve been looking for since I was a child, I finally knew the answer to the one thing I wanted to know for years, an answer to the question…..

Why did my parents go on separate vacations?

This had hounded me for years especially after Mom came home as was….....