Writing Prompt: Finish the potato salad story
I dove face down into the potato salad and…
You finish the story.
I dove face down into the potato salad and…
You finish the story.
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I dove face down into the potato salad and…opened my mouth like there was no tomorrow, hoping I’d be the one to win the contest with my hands tied behind my back.
II dove face down in the potato salad and emerged with pickles for ears and an onion nose. So I hear sweetly and smell loudly.
I dove face down into the potato salad and swam around the potato boulders until I found a piece of celery to use as a raft. Then I floated along the mayonnaise, in quest of the perfect pickle, while great clouds of mustard swirled overhead.
I dove face down into the potato salad so that no one else would partake, and all would leave me free to search for my diamond engagement ring; Mama said there’d be days like this…………
i dove face down into the potato salad and what did i find there? oh my god, THAT’s where i had left my wedding ring!