the living art of storytelling in Massachusetts
Time: December 1, 2010 from 1pm to 2pm
Location: right here on massmouth
Street: 00 right here right now
Website or Map: http://www.massmouth.com/even…
Phone: 781 267 9979
Event Type: a, secret, mystery
Organized By: andrea lovett
Latest Activity: Dec 1, 2010
“Please, take your seats”, came the voice from the mic, “we are about to call the first name and begin the stories of the night!”
Leda took her seat. Her eyes darted wildly around the room for a clue. Amy and Brenda worked the room taking orders.
“Excuse me” the waitress Brenda smiled and turned, “I left something on the table here.” Leda pointed to a spot near the napkin, “and when I returned it was missing.”
Brenda smiled indulgently as if she had heard strange questions before she appeared very familiar with the eccentric story crowd. “ If anyone here finds what I’ve lost, Leda continued, “It could ruin my career. I have deadlines you know.” Her voice trailed off. She became distracted looking at the stacks of papers being shuffled by the judges. “Hmm” she said to herself, “I wonder.”
Brenda cleared away the empty plates from the table, “Well if you could just tell me what it is that you are missing perhaps I could help or we could make an announcement.”
Leda ‘s body stiffened “No, no announcements.” She knew she had come off rather quirky sounding, “I, I, am sure it will show up, no worries,” her voice sounded high pitched like a roller coaster coming to an abrupt stop.
Leda heard a voice from behind. Her eyes fell upon a tall man with a beard passing by. I should ask him if he’s seen anything after all he seems to have the best view in the room.
“Bruce,” someone said, “Can you give me a hand with this?”
Her fingers reached out to tap him “Bru--” she stopped short.
She noticed a rolled up paper jutting out of his back pocket.
“My word.” Her fingers went up to her mouth to muffle her horror.
“There it is she whispered to herself, hmmm, maybe”
Did he know her secret? She should never have come. She was taking a big risk coming with all the reporters crawling all over this place. Would people guess she was using a fake name? No one had seemed that interested in her when she arrived She had reassured herself before she came she could get lost in the crowd. If anyone asked she’d tell him or her she was a poet interested in storytelling. She looked around the room once more, someone knew her identity she thought or they wouldn’t have stolen it! I should never have taken it with me. Her publisher would be furious with her if he knew.
First segment below with some clues included...
Well shut my mouth! Stolen Stories you say? Listen to this!
Here's the first clue...look for further clues in the next few days!
Leda Perry teller of tales and drinker of fine wines discovered a theft. She was speechless, bereft of words. How could this be?
“I left it right here”, she said, pointing to one of the designated food tables at the story slam. The photographs on the wall were her only witnesses to theft. She looked around the room it was a sea of strangers. She was suspicious of everyone. Had she been found out? Did someone know her real identity?
She noticed a tall woman with a streak of white driving down the center of her dark hair, could it be her? She’s a fast talker, she could have distracted me and slipped it away when I wasn’t looking she thought or maybe it was that funny woman with the blond hair. She could talk a dog off a meat wagon. Maybe she has something to hide beneath all that happy talk.