Kids, ah’m tard of posting excerpts from A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE. Go buy a copy, already, and read it and love it and leave a review at Amazon, ‘k’? ‘K’.
Today, Imma post an excerpt from the Lonnie and Tiny story I’m working on now: “Lonnie, Me and the Blowed Up Santa”. These are the same characters from “Lonnie, Me and the Hound of Hell”, the title story of a collection of stories about animals and oddities. I’ve published two Lonnie and Tiny stories, and written two the end of 2014, and I’m working on this one. When it’s done, I’ll put out a small collection just of Lonnie and Tiny stories. Meanwhile, go buy a previous collection, read it, love it, and leave a review. Okay, that’s settled.
The Logic of Lonnie
excerpt from “Lonnie, Me and the Blowed Up Santa”
by Marian Allen
“Where in the world did you get this thing?”
I toed the pile of red vinyl that took up way too much of Lonnie and Leola’s front yard.
“I ordered it out of a magazine. It come yesterday.”
“Like this? I mean, wasn’t it in a box or something?”
“Yeah, it was in a box.”
“All folded up nice and neat?”
“And you unfolded it and slopped it all over the yard like this because why?”
“You been in our house. You think we got room for this bad boy in the house? We’re gonna put it outside, so I unpacked it outside.”
That kinda made sense, so I said, “We don’t have to blow it up with our own personal air, do we? Did it come with a pump?”
“Come with a pump and a connector hose and all.”
“Still in the house in its box.”
“And the pump and hose are still in the house in the box because ….”
“We got room in the house for that.”
Looking forward to finishing this story and getting the collection out.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: How much foolishness would your main character put up with for a friend?