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A SWEET ALTERNATIVE: By Linda Garnett

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010

Nikki pushed her shopping cart down the forbidden cookie aisle and grabbed her favorites, a ten pound box of Chocolate Comas.
 
She didn’t care that the doctor told she to stop eating them. She wasn’t scared when he reported her to the Healthy Diet Enforcement as required by the new health care law, whenever patients refused to change their diets.
 
Suddenly, a burly guy with an HDE badge pointed a laser gun at her face.
 
“Ma’am, put the box down slowly and move away from the cart.”
 
“Officer, you don’t understand. I’m not feeling so good. I need a Chocolate Coma real bad. It’s been two days since my last one.”
 
“Ma’am, you’re under arrest. Put your hands up and face the shelves.”
 
As he tried to handcuff her, Nikki slammed her spiked heel into his foot and he screamed. She kicked him in the stomach as she frantically tore open the box and shoved a cookie into her mouth.
 
“Drop the box or I’ll shoot!” he yelled as he tried to get up.
 
Nikki knocked him out and dragged him into a nearby janitor’s closet.  After she traded her flowery dress for his uniform, she tied him up with plastic grocery bags. Grabbing his laser gun, she headed back to the cookie aisle.
 
A few minutes later, she heard a male voice. “Stop! Stop right there!”
 
She saw the bound officer hopping down the aisle towards her. She fired at the stacked shelves and hundreds of Chocolate Comas tumbled down on him.
 
Nikki crashed through the exit with several boxes of cookies tucked under her arm and ran to her car.  The HDE and police cars gave chase as she sped out of the parking lot.
 
She lost her pursuers by taking a back road and stopped at the cemetery outside of town, where she finished off a box of cookies. Feeling sleepy, she laid down on the back seat. 
 
An hour later, officers with laser guns drawn, approached Nikki’s car. 
 
“This is HDE. Get out slowly with your hands up,” yelled an officer.
 
A blood curdling growl answered him. Nikki, now a werewolf, crashed through the back window.
 
Later, cops found several shredded cookie boxes next to the mangled bodies of the HDE officers.
 
HDE issued an immediate recall of Chocolate Comas. Millions of chocoholic werewolves raided grocery stores, taking every box of their favorite treat. The cookies were a preferred alternative to transformation by full moon.

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©2010 Linda Garnett

SUMMER LOVE BLUES: By Linda Garnett

Thursday, April 8th, 2010

Jake!” Amber yelled.

Holding two suitcases, she ran towards two boys loading guitar cases and amps into a van. 
They turned and waved to her. 

“Give us a minute, Pete,” Jake whispered to his brother. He watched Pete trot back into their parents’ house.

“Amber, what’s up?”

Smiling, she put down her suitcases and threw her arms around his neck.

“I’ve decided to come on tour with you and the band.”

Jake pulled her arms away.

“We’ve talked about this already. You can’t come with me.”

“I want to be with you, don’t you get it?”

“You’re not giving up your college scholarship. You’re a talented artist and I’m not going to have you throw it away to be with me.”

“I don’t need an art degree to be your graphics designer. I can design your CD covers, t-shirts and other stuff, without it.”

“Amber, a music career is what I’ve worked for since I left high school. I have to be constantly on the road for months at a time to be successful. You to need to finish college to have a successful career.”

Black mascara ran down Amber’s cheeks. “You bastard, you lied to me. I’ve been your summer
romance, haven’t I? You told me you loved me and I believed you. Those long walks on the beach,
the hours we spent talking meant nothing to you. How stupid I was to think that you, Mr. Rock Star,
would seriously be interested in me.”

He brushed away her tears and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“You aren’t a summer romance. If I hadn’t decided to visit my folks this summer, I would’ve never met you. We’ll see each other when my tour ends. I’ll call you.”

The blast of the van’s horn jolted them apart. 

 “Jake, let’s go, we have a plane to catch!” yelled Pete.

Amber ran back into her house. She grabbed the Molotov cocktail she made that morning just in case Jake refused to see things her way.  She jumped into her car, caught up to the van and pulled up along side it. Amber motioned for Jake to roll down his window, and as he did, she tossed the cocktail. She heard blood curdling screams as she sped off, and seconds later the van exploded into a fireball.

She pulled off the road and laughed at the raging fire as it cooked the van, Jake, and Pete.

Grabbing her sketch pad off the front seat, Amber drew a screaming Jake surrounded by a blazing fire.
She scribbled ‘Too Hot To Handle’ over the picture and grinned. “Jake, your band is going to love my
design for the new CD.”   

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© 2010 Linda Garnett

Linda is currently editing her science fiction novel. She has a music blog where she writes about
up and coming artists in all genres of music. Her work has previously appeared on-line at StoriesThatLift.com.