In the interest of clearing space on my computer I've decided to wipe away some stories I've begun and abandoned. Maybe you'd like to read them, and if you find them to your liking, you're free to use them.

Here's number one:

Mrs. J. Courtney Williamsburg sat in her box in the Grand Tier of the Golden Horseshoe at the Metropolitan Opera House. To her right sat her mother and younger sister. To her left sat her husband’s sister and her somewhat libidinous nephew, Arnold.

Her gold beaded sleeves were not to her liking. They were too snug at her wrists for one thing; for another, they picked up light from the giant chandelier that hung above the orchestra seats and reflected nervous, twitchy points of light on the people in her immediate vicinity. It was distracting ... furthermore, it tended to amuse Arnold.