Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, pop-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged squirrels, step right up. Cop A Squat is proud to announce that one of our three books has won an award. That’s right, and not just any award …
Grub Street Reads has awarded Life: As Fragile As Dust its coveted gold seal.
Grub Street Reads specializes in reviewing independent published novels and endorses those who meet its quality standards based on the fundamental qualities of good storytelling. Now my book is prominently displayed on Grub Street Reads shelves.
Here’s what the reviewer had to say, “ Life: As Fragile As Dust is a very interesting mixture of short stories. I appreciated the wry humor of ‘Doggone’ and ‘Bud’s Life’ and was touched by ‘Grandma’s Secret’ and especially ‘Melted Dreams’. You have a versatile voice, which I think is captured in these wide-ranging stories. My favorite was ‘Melted Dreams’ which was able to convey a lifetime of anguish and regret in a very tight and minimalist prose. ‘On the Dotted Line’ was a great final story – fun and wicked…”
I feel so honored to have found a place in Grub Street Reads library. If you want an honest review of your book then you must click on this link:
Grub Street Reads coveted gold seal is a testament of Life: As Fragile As Dust, ability to thrill. You will laugh out loud. Be moved to tears. And you will begin to ponder your own life’s course.
Are you interested? Please step right up, click on the sidebar, get your book and read a short story collection like no other. Our print version will be available next week; it’ll make a good stocking stuffer… And Happy Friday!
For our GOOD FRIDAY, tell every author you know about this vetting service. And as always, keep your head up.
(Photo courtesy of Apertome)
In the last post, I introduced you to my dog Rex, the only dog I ever loved died when I was fourteen. When the story ‘DOGGONE’ came to me, I thought of Rex.
The picture above, although not Rex, reminds me of him. Rex was smart, cool, and he had heart; he didn’t take any mess, not even from me. But he loved me and I him. I like to remember him as a dog on a journey.
This is for you boy.
“Hank, wake up, wake up!”
Hank woke with a start and looked over at the clock.
“Boy, it’s six o’ clock in the morning. What the fu–”
“Spare me the obscenities.”
“Okay, okay, what is it?”
“What? How do you know?”
“Trust me, I know.”
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Thanks, but no. But there is something I want to do for you.”
Hank sat up.
“Take this map and this envelope. Promise me you will follow the map to the letter. And you won’t open the envelope until you hear the sirens, promise?”
“I promise, boy. Hey, Rex, maybe you’re wrong, maybe you’re not dying, maybe–”
Rex hit the floor with a slam.
“Oh, boy. Right again.”
Hank unfolded the hand-written map, which detailed the many places that Rex, during his lifetime, had buried money.
Hank, over the years, the many times money came up missing I was the one who stole it, not the few friends you chased away.
Now that you’re broke and I’m dead, I would like to tell you where I buried a small fortune in several places on our property.
“Why that lousy mutt!”
Hank! Hank! Calm down and listen!
Four feet from the oak tree in the back yard is buried five-thousand dollars. So get your shovel and bury me nearby – then get digging.
Hank buried Rex in two shakes of a dog’s tail, then went sniffing and dug up the money.
“Whoaaaaa, good boy, Rex, good boy.”
All right, all right, let’s keep moving.
Near the back fence under that smelly bush you planted is ten-thousand dollars.
After some digging and cursing, Hank dug up the loot.
“Rex, you were the best dog. Ever. I miss you already.”
Yeah, yeah, let’s keep moving.
Four feet in front of my doghouse you will find fifteen large.
The doghouse was in a sad state of repair. Hank now wished he’d taken better care of Rex.
Three feet down, just as Rex had predicted, lay the dough wrapped in plastic like the others.
“Awwww, boy, how did you ever do this? Thank you, boy, thank youuuu.”
Hank! Get a grip. Onto the last stop.
Near the patio, four feet from that stupid rock you call art is twenty Gs.
Hank found it so.
“Oooh, Rex, I loved you so much, boy. Why did you have to die? Why? Why? Why?”
“Hey, Hank, are you okay?” asked the neighbor.
“No, Phil, as a matter of fact, I’m not! And for your information, Rex died.”
“Good! I never like that mutt, anyway.”
“Why you no good–”
Hank leaped the fence, grabbed Phil and punched him near to death. Phil’s wife came out screaming, and then rushed to call the police.
Within minutes, Hank heard the sirens then he remembered the envelope.
I knew one day you would do something stupid. Whatever it is, I hope the fifty helps.
And to quote the best quote you ever stole: ‘May the fleas of a thousand camels invade the crotch of the person that ruins your day. And may their arms be too short to scratch.’ I love you, my friend, take care.
Love and happiness,
For our GOOD FRIDAY, tell us your most heartwarming story about your four legged friend. And as always, keep your head up.
A very wise man once asked this question: “What is our life? Our life is like the morning mist – it is here a little while, then its gone.”
To what shall I compare our fragile life?
Life is like a speck of dust that alights upon a surface. It remains there, unmoved, until a draft threatens it. When a breeze comes, it holds on till the last. Finally, a gust of wind, and it is blown asunder. That is how fragile life is, like a speck of dust blown to nothingness.
Life: As Fragile As Dust, Book one of a three part series, is twelve short stories of people living on life’s edge and in a pfft, their lives change.
I value life. I understand how delicate it is. That’s why I write stories. To encourage others to take a closer look at the gift of life the Father has given us.
I invite you to get your copy. And remember: cherish those you love while life is still here.
Look closely at the book cover…can you see the five faces?