At Long Last Lonnie #SampleSunday

That’s what the fabulous T. Lee Harris who (among other things) formats and uploads and wrangles Per Bastet PUblications’ books into reality, said when the new book went up.

The new book? LONNIE, ME, AND…. It’s an entire collection of nothing in the world but stories about Lonnie and Tiny, the wives, the dogs, and Rocky, the 20-pound Maine Coon cat.

Here’s a bit from “Lonnie, Me, and the Reptiles of Tybee Island”

Get ‘im, Tiger

excerpt by Marian Allen

“Lookee here,” he said to the counter lady, “do fellas ever wrestle them alligators?”

Her eyes widened and she caught her breath. “I’ll have to get my manager.” She went into another room and closed the door.

A couple of minutes later, a man almost as big as I am came out. The counter lady hung back inside the doorway, a hand over her mouth.

“Which one of you heroes wants to wrestle an alligator?”

Lonnie flexed his ropey arms and said, “That’d be me.”

“You sure?”

Lonnie looked less sure by the second, but he said, “I had a Sign. I know how to beat him. You can have folks make bets, if you want to.”

“Lonnie,” I said, “I don’t hardly think Leona is gonna approve of this exercise, especially if you take bets.”

Leona is a hardshell Baptist, and doesn’t hold with gambling. Or stupidity, come to that, but she’d probably come to be pretty used to that by now.

“No bets,” the man said. “This has got to be absolutely secret. We could get in all kinds of trouble if word got out.”

Lonnie tipped him a wink, or maybe his nerve was going and it was a twitch.

“Come on,” the man said. “We got one out back of here. We keep him away from the others because he’s always trying to fight with ’em. We been looking for somebody to take him down a notch. Looks like you’re our man. Say, you ain’t that crocodile guy from television, are you?”

“That guy’s already dead,” I said, without thinking, and Lonnie gave me a hurt look.

The man led us outside and to a shed. He unlocked it, threw open the door, and flipped on the light. He kind of crowded us in and closed the door.

“He’s over there in that corner,” he said.

The alligator was penned in a box that was not much bigger than he was. I felt kind of sorry for him, but the walls of the box were just barely taller than him, so I didn’t see how he could not get out if he wanted to. Maybe alligator legs don’t lift them up very high or something.

“Go get him, Tiger!” the man said. Whether he was calling Lonnie “Tiger,” or whether Tiger was the alligator’s name, I don’t know.

Lonnie didn’t move. Neither did the alligator. We all just stood there. Time stretched out.

Finally, I said, “Is he even alive?”

The man said, “No.” He stepped back outside, holding the door open for us. “It’s December. All the alligators are hibernating. The ones in the pond now are just fake ones, like this guy.” He snapped off the light, closed the door after us, and locked it.

I cut my eyes at Lonnie. He looked like Mr. Mad and Mr. Relieved were having a party and fighting over the tab.

He muttered, “That was a dirty trick.”

I said, “Maybe so, but I wish now I’d had money on you. I believe you could have taken a fake alligator, two falls out of three.”



at Amazon in print and for Kindle and Kindle apps. Soon to be available through independent book stores, and in multiple formats through Untreed Reads.

A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: Write about an alligator.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

You may also like...

One thought on “At Long Last Lonnie #SampleSunday

  1. Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt

    April 10, 2018 at 12:22pm

    So good. Still laughing.

    You captured that guy in every way.

    Anyone who wants to start wrestling alligators at the top of the food chain… is food.

    Permalink  ⋅ Reply
    • Author

      Marian Allen

      April 10, 2018 at 12:39pm

      Lonnie’s too scrawny to make a good meal. Besides, if brains are a delicacy, he’s a flat loss. lol

      Permalink  ⋅ Reply

Leave a Reply, If You Ple-az

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.