Charlie Changes His Mind
By
Cusper Lynn

“Isn’t that Mick over there in the corner?” Charlie asked when Sheila came back with their drinks.
“Yes,” she said settling in opposite him.
“He went and got himself one of those mail order brides from the Ukraine,” he said now sipping his beer and staring at Mick.
“Stop staring at that sad feck, he’ll come over,” she said, not wanting what was their first night out in weeks spoiled by Mick and his troubles.
“Me, I like to think that love just happens. You know like with us. There you were, that dark, angry look on your face and all I wanted to do was make you smile the moment I saw you,” Charlie said wistfully.
“Not much good at that, are you,” Sheila muttered darkly. Read the rest of this entry »

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Bringing Home Bram

By

Cusper Lynn

“We’ve got Dr. Terry and her team prepping in the O.R.,” the emergency room doctor said as they raced down the corridor.

“What are we looking at here?” the other doctor asked, running to keep up with the stretcher. Read the rest of this entry »

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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 the rest of this entry »

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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 the rest of this entry »