Legend of Tory Adore 3: "Would you Like to Build a Showdown?"


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

After tipping his hat, the hat took their orders and went back to the kitchen. Pips let out a soft snort, shaking his head gently to and fro. "That hat's probably either your kid, or mine," he said nostalgically. "And here we all are here...at Scooper's. Stetdaughter and Stet son."

"Yep. Feels like old times," Tory nodded cryptically, removing bones from her seat. "But tell me, Constantine. What was it you wanted to tell me?"

Pips looked tender and shy. "I wanted to tell you that I miss you, that's all, Tor. I just miss you." He reached across the tea table six yards to grasp at straws for the coming drinks. "But how did you know? It was you who invited me, after all."

"After all? Who else was there, Pips?" queried Ms Adore, idly scratching at a Lotto card behind her ear.

Pips had no time to respond. The box of juke came alive with a loud, chirpy, zesty tune. People all around Scooper's were tapping their fingers and snapping their feet.


When the ambulance had left, only Pips and Adore remained.


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The riotous wordplay continues. I am entranced. And impressed. Play on, maestro.

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@ethelthefrog, I have obliged; the story's now three times the original length, and still moving forward!

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