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[NotWise]

Setting:
The ill-lit corner of a city square.

Dolly thought she knew what to expect, but she thought too much. He caught her in his arms. He caught her like some wild bird and controlled her and in that instant she was ready to give herself too him, if for no reason other than to preserve herself.

"Dolly, come home." he said. Her brother's breath was hot on her neck. "Dad is gone. You can be safe there now. Safer than you are here, safer than you've ever been before."


Setting: A dimly lit basement where water dripped. It dripped slowly--ever so slowly.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Setting: A dimly lit basement where water dripped. It dripped slowly--ever so slowly.

It was his basement, his world. It was his drip as well, and it marked the time of his life. That is, if you could call it a life.

"Yes, but you'll have to live in the basement," his mother said when he returned home, unemployed and unkempt.

He didn't know it meant "locked in the basement."

Two years, now, he reckoned; he'd been counting the time by the drip. A slow drip, one drop every ten seconds. Two years without a woman, any woman. Two years with only his hand for company, stroking to the beat of the drip. Once a day his mother would open the door that led to what once was a staircase, and lower his food in a basket. He'd put yesterday's remains in it, and she'd raise it and close the door for another twenty-four hours. No words, only her figure illuminated by the dim light from a bare 40-watt bulb.

Today would be different. He had a plan. He crouched against the wall below the door. Today when she brought his food, he would surprise her. A sudden yank on the rope, and she would fall to join him. He'd have a woman, then; so what if it were his own mother.

He crouched, and counted the drips. Why had they become so increasingly, so interminably slow?


Setting: A secluded Caribbean cove, flooded with light and tide from the rising full moon, the foam of the waves breaking against the shore glistening with phosphoresence.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

Zeb, you're supposed to give a new setting so the game chains on. In the absence of one I'll reuse the last one.

Bill was old-fashioned. He never got used to reading from a back-lit computer screen. He lowered his aching body into a chair with his book in hand then caught himself staring absently at the empty deck chair next to him. A year ago Maddy would have been there, but she was gone and he was at the beach resort to put aside all the problems her passing left behind.

He opened his book at the marker and tried to lose himself in the western. Cowboys struggled against a harsh winter and waited for a chinook until a rustle next to him made him look up. Maddy slipped into the vacant chair with her romance novel in hand.

Bill shook his head in disbelief and blinked to clear his vision. Maddy leaned to him and touched his arm. "It's me Bill," she said. "I'm here for now and I'll be here whenever you need me."


Setting: Backstage at the theater, while the ballet plays on stage.

Sorry, my mistake. I actually had one, but was distracted by a phone call from a friend.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Setting: Sorry, my mistake. I actually had one, but was distracted by a phone call from a friend.

Late afternoon at the Green Macaw. The place was pretty quiet. I sat at the bar nursing a large Margarita. The door opened. No one looked up but me. God! It was worth it.

She paused a moment in the doorway, back-lit by the setting sun. What a silhouette! She would have shamed an hourglass!

Three steps and the door closed behind her. Others looked now. Her strapless cotton sundress was cut low - very low - at the neckline, and high at the hem. A nice show of deep cleavage on top, and, when she turned, a stunning bit of bare cheek behind.

She stood at the bar, and I looked her over. Slowly. Savoring every inch of leg, every cling of dress to hips and breasts. Naked shoulders and neck, inviting long, lingering kisses. Her face. Exquisite. Red cupid bow lips, pouting. Eyes a deep green. Entrancing

My eyes met hers, and each fixed on the other, each sending the same message. "I want you. Now!"

My phone rang. It was my buddy Carl. I decided to ignore it and looked back up at the woman.

What woman? She was gone. Nowhere to be seen. The slam of the door echoed painfully in my ear, in my mind, in my groin.


Setting: A secluded Caribbean cove, flooded with light and tide from the rising full moon, the foam of the waves breaking against the shore glistening with phosphoresence.

 

[NotWise]

Setting: A secluded Caribbean cove, flooded with light and tide from the rising full moon, the foam of the waves breaking against the shore glistening with phosphoresence.

"Wenches aren't hard to come by," he thought. "I'm a pirate. I take what I need." But then there was something about this wench. He gripped her chain in one hand and tipped his three-cornered hat back and had her on a whim. Each time he spread her legs and took her again she seemed better than the last.

Maybe he'd stay for another day or another week. The glowing sea washed about his feet at high tide, and he had her again. "Maybe another month," he thought.

Setting: At the Moulin Rouge.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Setting: At the Moulin Rouge.

"Qui est cet petit homme-là?" asked Yvette, nodding towards the man in the odd hat sitting at a front table with drawing pad in hand.

"C'est le nain, M Lautrec." responded Jeanne. "Il est un artiste fameux."

"I wonder if what they say about dwarfs is true," mused Yvette as she shifted to get a view beneath the table.

"I wonder too," said Jeanne as she left her seat and headed towards the artist.

"Monsieur Lautrec," she cooed, "I truly admire your art, and would be honored to model for you.

His nod of assent assured Jeanne she'd find out for herself if what they said about dwarfs was true.


Setting: Backstage at the Ziegfield Follies after the show.

 

[Handley_Page]

Setting: Backstage at the Ziegfield Follies after the show.

"God that was bloody 'orrible," said Florence as she slipped her shoes.
"All that bloody smoke! And who's idea was it to give away those free cigars ?
They smelled like a pile of rotting cabbage leaves."

Mabel looked at her friend. "You might try and wash that muck & smoke off your face with a good soap, Flo'," she said. "You don't want to be reeking of that stuff in the morning, do you?"


Setting: The major city Bull Ring in Spain.
The Matador is making his final preparations to do another performance.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Setting: The major city Bull Ring in Spain.
The Matador is making his final preparations to do another performance.

El Chupatoro is preening himself before the next fight. He admires the sleek lines of the taleguilla as it clings closely to his legs, and the faja, taut against his toned abs. He adjusts his montera, and with a wink to the mirror, he sets off for the ruedo. His mind is on the Señoritas - and Señoras - who will be watching him, but there is no thought of the bull...

Setting: A Friday night, a few weeks into the fall term. in a crowded University pub.

 

[NotWise]

Setting: A Friday night, a few weeks into the fall term. in a crowded University pub.

[translating "pub" to "bar"]

Oakey's was not a quiet bar, but it was a great place to relax after Friday's classes. Tom waited for the bearded biker behind him to step out of the way then lined up his shot--six ball, corner pocket, no problem. His next shot was harder.

Rob dodged a barmaid coming through with a tray balanced on one hand over her head then leaned on the corner of the pool table. He yelled over the din, "If you make that shot then I'll buy the next round."

Tom stepped around the pool table to get out of the way while the bouncers rushed to a ruckus in the back of the bar. He found the smiling brunette from his geophysics lab looking at him, then he straightened his back and loosened his shoulders. "Count your money." he said. "I'm feeling pretty damned lucky."

Setting: On winter holiday, the morning after an overnight snowfall wrapped the cabin in white.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Setting: On winter holiday, the morning after an overnight snowfall wrapped the cabin in white.

Ellie woke while it was still dark and slipped quietly from the bed so as not to disturb Pete. She lit the lantern and pumped some water for coffee. The pump gurgled loudly, but Pete only rolled over. The stove now, and she soon had the fire well-stoked.

The dim light of the just rising sun reflected from the fresh snow cover. Ellie smiled; it looked like a good day to stay indoors and keep the bed warm.


Setting: A stormy night in the late 1800s, waves breaking over a light house in Long Island Sound.

 

[NotWise]

Setting: A stormy night in the late 1800s, waves breaking over a light house in Long Island Sound.

Elmer climbed the stairs to the lamp to make sure it was working well, then he retired to his room. The more time he spent away from his wife, the grumpier he got. He missed her on these long stays in the lighthouse when his only resort was a collection of French postcards.

Setting: A scorching summer day in a small town nestled among farm fields on the northern High Plains.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Elmer climbed the stairs to the lamp to make sure it was working well, then he retired to his room. The more time he spent away from his wife, the grumpier he got. He missed her on these long stays in the lighthouse when his only resort was a collection of French postcards.

Setting: A scorching summer day in a small town nestled among farm fields on the northern High Plains.

The kids have gone to the air-conditioned theater to cool off while being entertained. Dad smiles slyly at Mom and suggests they revisit the old swimming hole like when they were young. He smiles slyly again as Mom's dress falls to the ground.

Setting: A speakeasy in South Chicago on an Autumn night in 1930.

 

[Handley_Page]

The kids have gone to the air-conditioned theater to cool off while being entertained. Dad smiles slyly at Mom and suggests they revisit the old swimming hole like when they were young. He smiles slyly again as Mom's dress falls to the ground.

Setting: A speakeasy in South Chicago on an Autumn night in 1930.

Someone had better explain what a "speakeasy" is/was to me; I don't think we have them over here.
(Anything to do with Fat Sam ?)

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Someone had better explain what a "speakeasy" is/was to me; I don't think we have them over here.
(Anything to do with Fat Sam ?)

Ah, yes, you blokes across the pond missed out on Prohibition...Sorry. (about the reference, that is, not about you missing Prohibition)"

"Away, away with Rum by gum,
With Rum, by gum, with Rum by gum'
Away, away with Rum by gum,
The song of the Salvation Army."

"A speakeasy, also called a blind pig or blind tiger, is an illicit establishment that sells alcoholic beverages. Such establishments came into prominence in the United States during the Prohibition era (1920–1933, longer in some states). During that time, the sale, manufacture, and transportation (bootlegging) of alcoholic beverages was illegal throughout the United States,[1] [2]

Speakeasies largely disappeared after Prohibition was ended in 1933, and the term is now used to describe some retro style bars."

-from Wiki

 

[Handley_Page]

Speakeasies largely disappeared after Prohibition was ended in 1933, and the term is now used to describe some retro style bars."
-from Wiki

Thanks, Tio.
I'd forgotten about prohibition.

Setting: A speakeasy in South Chicago on an Autumn night in 1930.

"My wife's sick, Doctor. She keeps puking and fainting. I think she must have had a glass or two too many in Fat Sams. She normally enjoys a good recovery, but she's not managing it this time; Can you please give her a shot o' something to fix her up? She's supposed to be on stage at 9pm."

Setting:
The Condemned cell/s at a military prison, the night before the executions.

 

[NotWise]

Setting:
The Condemned cell/s at a military prison, the night before the executions.

[This is an odd reference to the aftermath of the Taos Revolt]

"Have you ever been hanged before?" Pablo asked.

"Well, no. Not yet anyway." Martinez answered.

Then Pablo wondered, "What am I going to tell my wife?"


Setting: A sultry summer afternoon, under the shade of cypress trees by that deep hole in the swamp.

 

[Weird Harold]

Setting: A sultry summer afternoon, under the shade of cypress trees by that deep hole in the swamp.

"Yeeee Haw!" Cletus yelled as he swung out on the rope hanging from the big cypress. He landed in a spectacular belly flop that sent a veritable tsunami over the girls setting out the picnic lunch on the bank.

"Cletus! You ass!" Bonnie Sue shouted.

...


Setting: A pirogue on the bayou

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Setting: A pirogue on the bayou

"You know, Michaëlle," mused Théophile as he poled the pirogue through the tangle of mangroves, "sometimes I jes' feel that nous habitons dans une stereotype."

"You're probably just famished," she said comfortingly, "I'll cook you up some jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo when we get home."

Setting: Midsummer's night in the RV park in Rodanthe, Hatteras Island.

 

[EJsSiha]

Midsummer's night in the RV park in Rodanthe, Hatteras Island.

She drops her panties, the last article of clothing to be shed before Elizabeth could run into the sea. The full moon shined into the RV thru the open door and a gentle warm breeze teased her nipples into taut pebbles.

"John? Are you coming?" she called. John emerged, appraising her naked form.

With a raised eyebrow and crooked grin, he replied, "Not yet."

Setting: Cottage in the German hillside on a Spring morning.

 

[NotWise]

"Why's it so damned cold here? It's May. In San Antonio it's like hot or something"

Heidi lifted herself on an elbow and watched the idiot storm around. She wondered to herself, "What is it that I have about Texans? Really, I have to stop."

Setting: The moonlight barely made it to this brick-walled alley, where the water seemed to never stop dripping from the gutters.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Setting: The moonlight barely made it to this brick-walled alley, where the water seemed to never stop dripping from the gutters.

Elwood rolled out from under his now-soggy newspaper and peered upward in the dim light of the waning moon.

"I've had it with this constant drip," he declared to Alice. "I have to do something to clear it."

There was no way to climb up, so he tore the clogged down pipe from the eaves trough. And discovered that the drip wasn't water.

Setting: A table at a night club just before the featured singer is to perform.

 

[NotWise]

There was no way to climb up, so he tore the clogged down pipe from the eaves trough. And discovered that the drip wasn't water.

Eewww! What was it?

Sorry, just a response. No character or setting.

 

[Handley_Page]

Setting: A table at a night club just before the featured singer is to perform.

"And now, Ladies & Gentlemen, we give you Sarah Gizette. . ."
There was a pause as the audience, all of whom had paid a premium to be there that opening night, drew back their hands for applause. Alfred, the duty Master of Ceremonies was just taking a step back from the microphone stand when there was a very loud Bang and sparks flew from the metal microphone stand.

All the stage lights went out, the emergency signs illuminated and the stand-by lights brightened up. An emergency PA system blared into life:

"We apologise for this problem, Ladies & Gentlemen, but if you would quietly leave by the Emergency Exits, we'll endeavour to see what the problem is. Please retain your ticket stubs."

PC Smith, on duty for 'mostly crowd control' straightened his helmet and went forward at a steady pace to make his own enquiries.


Setting: The darkroom of a photographer, late at night, in about 1967

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Setting: The darkroom of a photographer, late at night, in about 1967

"These shots will fill the tabloids," Alexandros said as he immersed the first sheet in the developing bath.

"And fill our pockets, too," added Maria, his partner and driver. "What luck to find her, of all people, topless in the limousine."

Setting: A hot and humid summer night in the Rossebuurt.

 

[NotWise]

Setting: A hot and humid summer night in the Rossebuurt.

The blond in the window had a curious look on her face, but she lifted her boobs and spread her legs, not sure whether she was supposed to appeal to Jack or to Jill.

Jack studied the evidently experienced professional then leaned to his sister and said, "She looks good to me. How about you?"

"Great boobs." Jill said. "Way better than the last one, but I'd take about anything now just to go inside. This air is smothering me."

Setting: Under the bleachers during a football game.