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The television remote was not in the pizza box under the couch. It finally turned up on top of the bookcase by the window, half buried in the pot with the dead geranium. Raising it in triumph, he settled back against the pillows, sprayed some cheese on a piece of jerky and started channel surfing with the mute on.
Replay of a hockey game on TSN, end of hurricane season on Outdoor Life, remake of Smokey and the Bandit…
“Which after The Longest Yard and The Dukes of Hazard pretty much proves there is no God,” he muttered, jabbing his thumb at the remote.
… some guy eating a bug on either the Learning Channel or FOOD—he didn’t stay long enough to see if it came with a lecture on habitat or a raspberry vinaigrette—three movies he’d already seen, two he didn’t want to see, a bug eating some guy on either Discovery or Space, someone knocking at the door…
His thumb stilled.
Someone knocking at his door. Carefully. Specifically. Trying not to wake the neighbors. ( Read more... )
[Lifted from chapter two of Smoke and Ashes by Tanya Huff with some small edits.]
Replay of a hockey game on TSN, end of hurricane season on Outdoor Life, remake of Smokey and the Bandit…
“Which after The Longest Yard and The Dukes of Hazard pretty much proves there is no God,” he muttered, jabbing his thumb at the remote.
… some guy eating a bug on either the Learning Channel or FOOD—he didn’t stay long enough to see if it came with a lecture on habitat or a raspberry vinaigrette—three movies he’d already seen, two he didn’t want to see, a bug eating some guy on either Discovery or Space, someone knocking at the door…
His thumb stilled.
Someone knocking at his door. Carefully. Specifically. Trying not to wake the neighbors. ( Read more... )
[Lifted from chapter two of Smoke and Ashes by Tanya Huff with some small edits.]
