A little variation on the ‘a’ thread.
Each new post must continue the story with one new sentence. The first letter of the sentence must be consecutive to the one in the previous post. I’ll go first (duh)…
All day Jack waited for the forensic results to arrive.
Bonnie, an exotic dancer from Hobbs, New Mexico, was found dead in his kitchen.
Consequently, he’d had nothing to eat for days.
Did he think they would arrive before he could run out for a bit to eat?
Days, weeks even; trapped in the forensic station due to the bomb scare and desperate for sustenance, Bonnie’s dead corpes was starting to pretty appealing.
Except, Jack remembered, he had sworn off cross-dressing exotic dancers.
Finally he gave in and bought a twinkie from the vending machine in the lobby.
Eventually, Jack received the results, while Bonnie’s corpse remained trapped in the lab.
“God, that twinkie tastes good,” he thought.
How much trans fat is in this baby I wonder?
“Interesting,” muttered the lab technician as he entered the lobby, his attention on the lab report.
Jack leapt to his feet, his palms sweating and his mouth tasting of artificial sweeteners.
“Know her?” I assumed he meant Bonnie.
Licking the last of the twinkie crumbs from his lips, Jack slowly nodded.
“Maybe you should sit down.” The lab tech did not look happy.
“No, no… I’m fine”, Jack muttered…
“Oooh, is that a twinkie?” Ejaculated the techie.
“Please, help yourself,” offered Jack. “Tell me, what do the results say?”
“Of course, you understand this information is confidential.”
Quickly, reorganize the alphabet!"
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