SpinStories

I pulled the curtain back and peeked out the window. It was a moonless night; the bright flashing red and blue lights sliced through my front entry like there was no wall between them. The neighbors must be at it again. The police visited Mr. and Mrs. 'Holyfield' at least once a week, sometimes twice if it happened to be a long weekend. It just so happens to be Columbus Day; a lesser holiday, as far as holidays go, but a day to drink, nonetheless. And drink they did, apparantly.

SpinStories~what is it?

Let's play a game. I will post a few random sentences, the beginnings of a story we will collaborate to weave. There are a few rules. Well, just one, really. Must be clean. I am a mom, after all. Steamy, but not adult. Harsh, but not vulgar. Whatever floats your boat. Let's see where this takes us! Ready? Begin!
Add your continuation to the comment section and let's play!