Writing A Bestseller...by Committee!

Welcome connoisseurs of literary weirdness!  

Uncle Tommy has an even more bite-sized snack to nosh on today.  My good friend Tom S. of Reinvention: The Journal of a Dog-lover, Book-reader, Moviegoer, and Writer has tagged me to participate in a meme started by The Kid in the Front Row which is called "A 30 Sentence Kid In The Front Row Story, by 28 Authors."

Basically it's a story that The Kid started and ended, and it's up to 28 other writers to fill in the storyline one sentence at a time.  Each new writer supplies his or her sentence and then tags someone else to continue the story on to it's completion.  

The rules are just to tag the person you received the meme from and then the person you are sending it to next!  And of course give proper due to the architect of this madcap romp, The Kid himself!

Fortunately I have a veritable army of Centusians at my disposal to follow me and brilliantly recover from whatever conundrums my portion leads them to.  So without further adieu, I give you my number 9 contribution:

1. Jane never expected to visit Belarus, but it was the only possible solution after what had happened.

2. Her lonely planet guide had advised her that it was a great place for birdwatching- so she packed her binoculars- Todd would have been proud, had he not been lying in a coma.

3. Poor Todd; Jane remembered the incident so well: he had spotted a rare long-whiskered owlet, had ran out into the street to snap a photo, and had thusly been hit by an ice cream truck.

4. Except the ice cream truck was actually a roasted salmon!

5. Upon seeing this strange occurrence, a Portuguese fisherman who happened to be standing on the other side of the street (and who was also, coincidentally, the resident expert on salmon) ran to scene and called 911, prompting Todd's speedy - albeit smelly - rescue.

 6. Naturally, Jane was distraught over the entire salmon/ice-cream truck affair , moreover considering that she was the one who had wanted the photo of that owlet; they were both avid birdwatchers, but she was particularly fond of the owlet.

 7. She had gone off owlets since then, and as she checked into the little hotel by the river, she wondered if she could find solace in the azure tit, a beautiful bird that, while easily spotted and hardly rare, at least had a name that sometimes made her giggle.

8.  Surrounded by beautiful little azure tits as she wrote in her journal to un-bird-en herself of thoughts of fish, and fowl, and Todd (who was slowly recovering, and would join her soon); and as room service arrived with her vegetarian plate; her phone vibrated, signaling a text....

9. Alas, the careful study of azure tits would have to wait as an urgent text message from the manager of the treatment center where Todd was hospitalized informed her that something truly extraordinary was happening to him.

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30. The three of them left as quickly as they could and vowed never to return again, especially if Jane was in town. 

To pick up this story and run with it in her characteristically ingenious fashion, I would like to summon forth the mad literary skills of my fellow Centusian, Kat, from her blog, Emptynester.

Game on!