Introducing the first installment of the newest game brought to you by Freewrite House, for those members of the Over 20 Club:
MASHED POTATO
This is the successor to the previous incarnation of "Hot Potato". In this version, Participants pass on to each other an ever-lengthening list of writing prompts and/or accompanying stories. To get things started I will do both. The prompt for this first installment is: MASHED POTATO
Remember who you are? 😜
Good gravy! Are you still here?
Mashed Potato
He gazes at the letter in his hand, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It had been left on his front porch, in a plain white envelope, and he'd actually stepped on it as he ventured out for the morning paper.
It looks like some sort of an advertisement. At the top is a strange drawing of a pin up model made of some kind of strange glop or something. Mashed potato? When you receive a bowl of mashed potatoes you must add a "potato" prompt of your own.
With a grunt of disgust he crumples the paper into a ball and tosses it into the nearby trash can. A chain letter! What kind of fool goes along with that sort of nonsense? Picking up his newspaper, he stumbles back inside, and promptly forgets about the whole thing.
It isn't until about a week later that she enters into his life…
It was early evening when he heard a light knock on his door. First, he was going to ignore the noise at the door. That is what it sounded like to him. But the knocking grew louder.
He pushed back his chair. "Damn kids! What do they want now?"
Yesterday, at the same time - right when he wanted to eat his dinner, these neighborhood brats had tried to sell him some chocolate and a magazine subscription so they could go on a class trip. As if he cared!
Ready to let them know what he was thinking, he threw open the door.
"Get lost" was what he was going to say. But when he saw her, standing in his doorway, kissed by the last rays of the evening sun "Good Gravy!" came out of his mouth instead.
"Come again?" She said.
Her face showed that she had no idea what his exclamation meant.
He didn't know what to do. She was beautiful and mysterious at the same time and he was for once out of words.
"So, you did get my note," she said. "The mashed potato note. Why didn't you respond with gravy a week ago? Why did you make me come here?"
His eyes hang on her lips, but he had no idea what she was saying.
Follow the trail of this story to see what happens next.
Check in with 
Want to be part of the Over 20 Club?
Join the Freewriters by writing every day with the Daily Prompt - you find it on my profile at 7 am Pacific Time.
Graphics by
@improv
@felt.buzz
@whatisnew
@wandrnrose7
@snook
@ellievallie
@omra-sky
@svashta
@brisby
@deaconlee
@wonderwop
@fitinfun
@byn
@f3nix
@iyanpol12
@pixiehunter
@marie-jay
@freedomtowrite
@wordymouth
@bennettitalia
@eaglespirit
@elizacheng
@honeydue
@iamjadeline
@tristancarax
@kimberlylane
@starzy
@kaerpediem
@scribblingramma
@latino.romano
@alimamasstory
@ntowl
@ashley4u
@happycrazycon
@didgitalmind
@skysnap
@rokhani
@cryptocopy
@jakim7