It's that time again, everyone. I need five words to continue poor Kitty's story. We can't leave her stuck in blue-haired Geoff's laboratory, can we? It does still smell like Comet/bananas...yum.
The Rules: Give me a word—any PG word—and I will incorporate it into a short fiction piece, which will be posted at some point. Only one word per person, and I will take the first five words offered. The story must continue where it left off.
Do your worst. Gulp.