The tale starts here . . .

Round robin story. Three have contributed to this story so far. One  started it, another wrote an answering piece, then back to #1, and later #3 got into it. So it takes a meandering course. Who knows where it will go? Want to add a piece? Put it in the comments. Miguel, or Meehel--whatever his name is--will try to work it in. And add your name to the Hall of Notoriety. Literary quality not required. We just gotta be able to read it.   Hey Tomás, Miguel here. Great flower! I never know with you whether to compliment Mother…

The building is your basic shoebox; hall down the middle, doctors office rooms, sizewise.  But their little lobby? Absolute digi modern!  Sucks you in, baby.  Great hype.  Dazzling commercial.  You just know they got a great toy down that hall. "Just you two?"  Gorgeous Carnala, our hostess, asks. "Yep." "How about a sentubuzz?" "Just a beer, dear." "Oh, OK."  She seems disappointed. "But somewhere else." "We got that." She directs us to Door 7 and that’s where we go.  As we enter and before we can get the door closed a voice from all around says, "Have a seat."…

"Oh, what couldn't she do with that tail, Bro!" I was gearing up to tell a tale as tall as the brew, trying to decide which lie to tell first, pulling on the brew to give me time to kick my thoughts together. Ohh, but it's this stuff that has the kick! "Well . . ." I drawl, or slur. My thoughts seem to be hopping right out of my head and frolicking all over the bar. I manage to grab one thought by the feathered tail, and put all my attention onto animating her. "Well, so, are you…