Exquisite Corpse: "I Hate to Cook Book," a story by Sarah, Erin, Meredith, Allison, and David

When she was in the supermarket, it was always the same thing—two bags of chips, two frozen boxes of fish fingers, and a quart of raspberry iced tea. But today, instead of going straight home from the store, she had to stop by the dry cleaners to pick up her Wonder Woman costume. And then she saw him. He was standing at the corner, looking down at the tattered paperback copy of the "I Hate to Cook Book" in his left hand. He carried an umbrella with a handle carved to look like a duck. She knew she had seen him somewhere before. But where... where...where...? When the answer came to her, she almost dropped her purse. They had met ten minutes before she committed the murder, outside the hospital. He has asked for a light and she had given him one. He had complimented her hair. She appreciated the compliment regarding her tasseled mess because the humidity was high that day. It reminded her of the emotional melt down she had earlier that morning about accepting the fact that she could not control all things in her life, including her hair.

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