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Well Done, Sir Terry Pratchett

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Well Done, Sir Terry Pratchett

Today another author whose writing sustained me has come to the end of their story.   The end of this story leaves me, and others like me, at a loss for where next to turn.   The last time I felt a loss this keenly was when Douglas Adams died just shy of fourteen years ago.   It was the death of the author of the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy that ultimately led me to Terry Pratchett. The first book of his I would ever read and listen to was Thief of Time, then Johnny and The Bomb and later Monstrous Regiment. Soon I was buying the books from England and buying the audiobooks so I could read them before their release in the United States and hear the unabridged recordings by Stephen Briggs and Nigel Planner. Before long I and my older children had read and listened to everything that Sir Terry Pratchett published and the audiobooks were companions on many family road trips. Read more »

February 14th

February 14th

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Cusper Lynn

 

Tim McLaren walked across the parking lot.   A young man of twenty, with a stringy goatee and greasy mustache blocked the entrance to the pharmacy.

“I don’t fucking care nothing about what that bitch has to say!” he shouted into his phone. “Get the fuck over here and pick me up!”

The young man glared at Tim and stopped talking, “You gotta problem?”

Tim looked at the door and at the young man, then walked past him into the store.   Read more »

Cusper’s Hope For Humanity

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Men Never Listen

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Men Never Listen

By

Cusper Lynn

 

She walked out , her hair pulled back in a blond ponytail. She was wearing the leather, restrictive, body harness with nipple and hogtie lock rings.   She’d bought the outfit two years ago in anticipation of finally meeting. . .him.   Read more »

Someone New

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Someone New

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Cusper Lynn

 

Elvis walked down the beverage aisle in his casual yet imperious manner.   His hips swayed, his lip curled and the large golden eagle medallion that hung low on a thick rope of gold swung.   Behind him his wife, Priscilla trotted along pushing a cart into which Elvis casual flung bottles of Bubba cola and bags of chips.   She smiled at him and he was indifferent to, but possessive of, her.   Herbert Frodert watched them from the corner of his eye and mentally checked off another interaction with the store’s regulars. Read more »

The New Store

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The New Store

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Cusper Lynn

It had been ten years since Helen and Hebert had shopped at the good store.   The good store had bright colors, free samples and an olive bar with six different types of olives and two different olive salads.   Hebert remembered this because the last time he had shopped there was the Friday before the company he worked for closed.   After that they shopped at the store.   They didn’t call it “the bad store” just “the store.”   The store didn’t have anything that said it was “Organic” or “Free range.”   It did have things that said they were “diet” and “low fat.”  It also had things that were “2 for” and “great savings.”

The store reminded him of shopping with his mother when he was a child.  The music was from his parent’s childhood.   The shelves, the ceilings and the coolers also were the same age as the store he’d gone to as a child. It wasn’t a place or experience that made him happy.   But it was familiar and what they could afford. Read more »

Zones

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Zones (or, Herbert Dreams of Shopping)

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Cusper Lynn

“I have zones,” Helen Frodert told her husband as she handed him his portion of the shopping list.

Herbert reviewed it.   This was his mission and there was no turning back.    He set off to the produce section and found the first three items, bananas, green beans and garlic.   He wasn’t sure how, if at all, the three items might relate.    It was a question he would consider when they shopped.   He would look for meaning and reason in their purchases.    Coffee creamer might mean he would be drinking coffee or it might mean they were having company and Helen was getting something special.   He would string the purchases together into extravagant meals, exciting social engagements and evenings of passion.   Once she’d put two ripe avocados on his list in the produce zone and he’d spent fifteen minutes testing them to find the right one.  She’d grown concerned and came looking for him.  When she found him she said he’d been fondling them.   He disagreed.   They agreed to disagree and later that week he had ham and Swiss cheese on a croissant with guacamole for lunch. Read more »

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I told Sheila that I would need her to be on time and available for the next several days. This, I was certain, would result in her taking an unplanned holiday to Daytona. I canceled all of my other engagements and then I drove down to the 7th Street Brewery in Gulf Gate. If I were going to bone up on Elna Alvarez, I needed the help of a television expert. The master brewer, Harrison Tyler, not only knows television; he is also a former writer, director, and producer from Los Angeles. Despite leaving the industry he has surrounded himself with the memorabilia of his career and fifteen large screen televisions running the latest programs in his brewery restaurant. Most of his trade comes in the evenings and weekends when he turns all fifteen televisions to sports channels. Read more »

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