Posted in Alfred (the little green man), Colorful Excuses, From a previous life..., Writing Nothing until Something Appears

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.

Author:

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.

One thought on “The Truth Is

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s