<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Picnic on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/picnic/</link><description>Recent content in Picnic on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/picnic/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Newlyweds - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/28/newlyweds-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/28/newlyweds-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two newlyweds meet for a Halloween picnic and a little extra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets– even ghosts– in your family history. And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many different ways. There isn’t a lot of explicit sex in this. It is more of a tone poem (writing which sets a mood), but it came to me almost complete in a single brilliant flash. I tried to write down what I saw and what I heard and what I felt. I hope that you can see and hear and feel some of that also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Newlyweds - A Halloween Story</title><link>/stories/2018/10/25/newlyweds-a-halloween-story/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/10/25/newlyweds-a-halloween-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two newlyweds meet for a Halloween picnic and a little extra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets– even ghosts– in your family history. And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many different ways. There isn’t a lot of explicit sex in this. It is more of a tone poem (writing which sets a mood), but it came to me almost complete in a single brilliant flash. I tried to write down what I saw and what I heard and what I felt. I hope that you can see and hear and feel some of that also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Auction Part 4</title><link>/stories/2005/12/12/auction-part-4/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/12/12/auction-part-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="auction3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4 - Luggage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;lsquo;Today’s the day&lt;/em&gt;&amp;rsquo; Karen thought. All week long Zoe had been promising something special. In her usual cryptic way, she would not give any details, just telling Karen to keep her weekend free and her bladder empty. &lt;em&gt;&amp;lsquo;One little ‘I’ve gotta pee’ incident and she’ll never let me forget it&amp;rsquo;.&lt;/em&gt; This morning was even more frustrating. Zoe had practically pushed her out of the apartment insisting that she go to the gym then get some breakfast because Zoe had work to do. Could Zoe have changed her mind about today?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>