The Meeting
        by Brian  (borgford@Writing.Com)
Captain Morgan called the meeting to order. The gavel struck the bench, like a hammer hitting a rusty nail .

"I would like to thank Mr. Smirnoff , for letting us use his garage today for our meeting." Morgan began, just as a grasshopper jumped onto the empty chair beside him. He shooed it away with a screwdriver that was nearby, so that Margarita , who was acting as secretary, could sit down.

"Welcome to our new members. Mr. Busch , can you tell us where you came from?"

"I am representing the Canadian Club ."

"Brandy , I see from your name tag that you are from Manhattan ."

"Yes, our club there is a bit old fashioned so they asked Bud to accompany me. We actually came by motorcycle. I rode in his sidecar ."

"Well, we should get started. If we go too late, I'll be a zombie . Sherry will come around and punch the cards of those going to the port after the meeting. As many of you know, in my air force days, I used to fly a B52 , so I like things to run smooth."

"OK, who wants to go first? How about you, the lady in the pink outfit – yes, the pink lady ."

"Thank you Mr. Morgan, I would love to start. My name is Cassandra, but my friends call me Caesar , and I am an alcoholic."

Supportive applause filled the air. Soon everyone took a turn at revealing their progress along the twelve steps.

(250 words)
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