GRAMPS (Guest Post by Paul Curran)

From Paul Curran, the blogger with no blog, the trucker with no truck, and the computer expert with no working computer, comes this gripping (both metaphorically and literally) story , in which Paul backs his serious writer looks with some serious writer chops. Check it out!

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Paul Curran has decided to try his hand at fiction, and I am proud that he is sharing his first effort with my readers.  It’s a little longer than our usual offerings, but well worth the read, so get into a comfy chair, and – Enjoy!

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GRAMPS

By Paul Curran

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Shawna’s thick black hair bounced as she threw her kit bag into the trunk of the Lexus and slammed the lid shut. She was not pleased about this outing, but really had no choice. As a grad student studying marine biology with a specialty in tidal flora and fauna, this field trip and the lab work and report that followed were worth 25% of her final mark in this course. Today they were gathering samples of micro-organisms on the Flanagan tidal flats at low tide. She was meeting her lab partner and the other 8 students at the flats…

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16 thoughts on “GRAMPS (Guest Post by Paul Curran)

        1. Prior-2001

          Hi Paul- I give this a ten out of ten! I know a few girls that are like shawna – very wealthy and in a certain life mode – and so your adjectives and material possession descriptions gave a vivid feel for the culture that some have – and actually as I read – I forgot that the title was GRamps – and so when the ending had him emerge – to say not yet – it all came together – and was a nice twist! I also liked it for the spiritual connection as I do believe the day of death is appointed –
          Anyhow – I also was considering marine biology as a major in 1991 and so liked other tidbits here too –
          Glad I made it back –
          Peace

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          1. Paul

            Peace Prior. Thank you so much – I am gad that you enjoyed the post. I modeled Shawna on a real woman that I know. And that scene where she throws his pants out on the lawn really happened. That fascinated me when I saw it in reality – the metaphorical rejection of him as wearing the pants in the relationship and the take charge “house cleaning”of any reminders of his presence. I had to include it in the story – it was too juicy to omit. Thanks so much for the compliment – I am honored.

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            1. Prior-2001

              Oh you are such a humble and nice person Paul!
              Thanks for the reply – and at the end I was like – she can’t die…
              And then – oh she dies
              And then – oh Gramps! The title – and she is not going to die – and she will now live differently –
              And you know so much about little details – and hey – gotta love those car remotes – ha – I remember the first ones we got – we usually drive used cars so we were late getting some remote locks and all that – and i still appreciate them – and hey – never know how they can come in handy!
              And designer waders – bah – they have a luxury item in every category eh?

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    1. Paul

      Thanks so much for dropping by for a read Hook. That story has been fermenting for a long time Hook. I may be a one story wonder — Ha! Thanks for the compliment and the visit – I am honored.

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