Michael A: Day 1, ~2400 words

Any time Felix spilled salt, he had to toss some over his shoulder. The bad thing was that he tossed salt over his shoulder if he even suspected he had spilt salt. And that was pretty much anytime he used a salt shaker. After all, a grain of salt was tiny. Who knew if one bounced off the plate and ricocheted across the floor? As far as Felix was concerned, it wasn’t worth taking the chance.

Felix always had salt on his shoulder. He was certain his family thought he was a loon, walking around with salty shoulders. Felix’s brother Glenn sometimes rubbed the odd French fry or onion ring on Felix’s shoulder and say, “sorry, I didn't get enough salt.” No matter how many times Glenn did it, it never seemed to get old. Glenn would howl with laughter and their parents would chuckle, or double over laughing, depending on whether or not they were drinking. Felix just grumbled and dusted off his shoulders.