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The Truth Is

I bet I don’t have to tell you that Alfred the little green guy with boobs is fictional. I don’t think anyone out there really believes that there is a slug of an alien trying on my bras so I’m going to tell the truth.

The truth is… that Alfred kidnapped my novel.

He left a ransom note that said, ” Get me a C cup that actually lifts and separates or the book dies!”

Marie Tucek's "Breast Supporter"
Marie Tucek’s “Breast Supporter”        Everyone needs a little support!                      (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So I’m off on an intergalactic search for the perfect brassiere. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I’ll send postcards.


A.E. LaSage In her series of shorts, Behind the Bridge to Nowhere, A. E. LaSage introduced a collection of characters who live their fiction in Ketchikan, Alaska. They continue to live beyond those pages and (with others) appear in new adventures. A bit of a character herself, she enjoys finding the absurd and personal in the ordinary.

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