Pass the Baton — May 2023

Marla, from Marla’s World, has created a writing challenge. The challenge is for multiple authors to write a single story. She will choose a story that she has written, or that another author has submitted for this challenge, and she will nominate the next person to continue writing it. Once that person has added their section, they will nominate the next author. It will continue like this until the story is complete.

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The Date


She sat across from him, taking him in.

He was somewhat physically attractive, but it was his personality, his humor that got her to accept a date with him. Over the course of the last three weeks, they had talked for hours, sometimes getting so caught up in the conversation, neither slept.

Work had been a nightmare.

The pictures he chose for his profile were of the man sitting in front of her, no filters, no hazy images, and certainly not a single image from when he was practically in second grade; no, he was honest. She truly appreciated his honesty.

He asked her out, and she couldn’t say no — she liked the person she got to know too much.

As she looked at him, she thought….


As she looked at him, she thought: How bad could it be? His eyes expressed joy, a little laughter, and his mouth was soft, without a hidden grimace.

Her experience with blind dates hadn’t been good, but her romantic inclination always implored her to give men the benefit of the doubt. It hadn’t worked out well so far but she thought: Truly, how bad could it be? Buy a meal. Drink something. Walk a ways. Maybe hold hands. Maybe even get in a kiss at the door of the taxi. She’s wasn’t taking him home, or going home with him, but she did so want to smell what he smelled like in a hug. She wanted to feel the texture of his skin, run her fingers up his hairy forearm. She wanted to check his teeth, to see if he was clean, and read the lines in his hands to see if he will live long.

While she was thinking all these things that he couldn’t read, he thought: I need to get you into my bed. Not a romantic but he wanted to hold her hand and look at it. He imagined putting a ring on her finger, not the ring. He also wanted a silver glittering bracelet on her thin wrist. He wanted to smell her skin and the top of her head and run his lips across her cheek. He really just wanted to feel whole.


There was something magical happening between them and they were both feeling it. After they finished their coffee and dessert, Peter grabbed her hand, gently squeezed it and said, “These last three weeks have been life changing for me, Liz. I feel as if we’ve known each other forever. I know this is our first actual face-to-face date, but I am hoping I can persuade you to come back to my place for an after dinner drink. I only live a few blocks from here and I promise to be a perfect gentleman.”

Not too perfect a gentleman, I hope, Liz thought to herself. She felt flush. A slight tingling ran through her whole body. She was trying to decide if it was a warning sign or if it was an erotic rush. Perhaps it was both. Like Peter, she, too, felt as if it had been months, not just three weeks, since they first started talking, and she knew that she wanted him as much as he seemed to want her.

She was about to say yes to his proposal to join him for an after dinner drink at his place when a man, obviously intoxicated, walked up to the table, put his hands on Peter’s shoulders, and said, “Petey! Of all the gin joints, dude.” The guy looked over at Liz, ran his tongue across his lips, and said, “And looky, looky, looky at this hot chick you bagged. I see your mojo’s still running hot and heavy.”

Peter stood up and …

I’m going to pass the baton to Paula at Light Motifs II to run with it.

14 thoughts on “Pass the Baton — May 2023

  1. Marlapaige May 25, 2023 / 7:33 am

    OOOO! Bar fight! lol
    Thank you again for picking this up, I truly appreciate it. 💝

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  2. Sasha May 25, 2023 / 1:37 pm

    Oh my hat! I didn’t see a fight coming. Maybe it’s a hug.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Marilyn Armstrong May 25, 2023 / 8:18 pm

    We used to do this at Doubleday. 13 writers and editors and we could all write. We eventually wrote about 50 page about a Mud God, born during one of those periods when it rained ALL the time — until one day, the burning orb appeared in the heavens. Funny that I remember the story because that was 50 years ago!

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    • Fandango May 25, 2023 / 9:38 pm

      I think Marla does this Pass the Baton thing every month. You should let her know if you would like to participate.


      • Marilyn Armstrong May 26, 2023 / 11:56 am

        I will think about it. Life these days is a bit frantic and committing to anything is a bit touchy. Then there’s what will happen if we don’t sort out the debt ceiling nonsense. Talk about terrifying news, my stomach lurches every time I read about it. I have faith that even if the government has gone batshit, the banks are very unlikely to evict millions of SS recipients, thus glutting the market with empty houses and getting NOTHING back. What a marvel of stupidity our government has become.

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        • Fandango May 26, 2023 / 2:23 pm

          A marvel of stubbornness and ideological hard lines so rigid that they are willing to risk bring down the entire nation rather than work together to negotiate a reasonable, workable solution.


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