Limited-letter story game
SCHADENFREUDE
A French chef here dreads ferns; faces her fears, and frees hens snared under an arch.
She dances as she hands Dan her cards.
Dan had cursed.
A French chef here dreads ferns; faces her fears, and frees hens snared under an arch.
She dances as she hands Dan her cards.
Dan had cursed.
A red rash? Under her …?
Duh! ’Cause she shared Una’s scarf. Her ears are as seared.
She needs a fan. Here!
Sure. A cure?
Nah. Dash cures! As a scar fader.
Duh! ’Cause she shared Una’s scarf. Her ears are as seared.
She needs a fan. Here!
Sure. A cure?
Nah. Dash cures! As a scar fader.
Una surfed near dunes. Her ears ached: sand. 
She heeded Dad’s ruse, and used a creased fan and a seed.
Sand un-eared! Ears un-deaf! Cured.
Una heard the sea and ran far!
She heeded Dad’s ruse, and used a creased fan and a seed.
Sand un-eared! Ears un-deaf! Cured.
Una heard the sea and ran far!
Traces. .. horses, carts – carthorses? A race! Arrest the carters!
-ORCHESTRAS-
"Chet, stare here."
"Stare-? OH! ROACHES!"
"Ha, ha! Cease tears, Chet, roaches race to the trash there."
"Chet, stare here."
"Stare-? OH! ROACHES!"
"Ha, ha! Cease tears, Chet, roaches race to the trash there."
I'll be out for a bit on this last weekend of April, but still checking in as I get the chance. I will try to follow up on Monday, with anything I can't do on the go.