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Fourteen short stories with a twist, Duck for Cover & Other Tales is filled with surprises.

The Yes Man is about a woman who looks after her elderly father with dementia, only to discover he still has life lessons to teach her. Living My Best Life tells the story of an aging rock star who finds his legacy lives on in a way he hadn't imagined. Thicker Than Blood is about the dilemmas caused by modern technology when a trio of siblings is asked to make the hardest decision of their lives. The Devil's Workshop is the story of a young man being scared straight from a life of delinquency by a clever probation officer and an ex-con.

Topical, relatable and just plain fun, these and many other stories in this collection deal with friendship, kinship and the complexities of the modern world, and are sure to leave you with a smile.

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DUCK FOR COVER & OTHER TALES

A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES

BARBARA VENKATARAMAN

Copyright (C) 2022 Barbara Venkataraman

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter

Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Cover art by CoverMint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.

CONTENTS

A Dish Best Served Cold

The Yes Man

Living My Best Life

Thicker Than Blood

The Devil's Workshop

From The Jaws Of Victory

Duck For Cover

My Canadian Girlfriend

I'll Drink To That

Whatever The Widget

See You At The Movies

Brave New World

That Daring Young Man

Every Age All At Once

About the Author

A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

Howard tracked the horrible smell to the farthest corner of his yard. It was a dead skunk, the only thing that smelled worse than a live one. He was sure Mack had tossed it over the fence to piss him off and his first instinct was to toss the carcass back, but he decided against it. Good fences don't always make good neighbors, he thought, but they do keep me from punching mine in the face. Their longstanding feud had been simmering for a while and now it was about to boil over. Retaliation was Howard's specialty and he relished it.

"Jake!" he hollered to his son. "Get your lazy self out here. Bring a shovel."

The boy didn't dare keep his father waiting and soon appeared dragging a shovel that was too heavy for him. He looked younger than his ten years with his slender build, pale complexion, and scrawny legs scraped in a recent bike accident. When he saw the putrid skunk he cringed, enraging his father.

"You're too damn soft, Jake! All you do is play video games—it's your mother's fault. That's why you live with me now."

Struggling to hoist the shovel the boy muttered "I'd rather live with my Mom." What he thought was I hate you.

Howard laughed which did nothing to improve his cruel features. "Your mother didn't fight hard enough for you, kid, and her lawyer was a hack, so suck it up. Don't give me attitude or you'll regret it."

He returned to the house leaving Jake to his odious task. Sipping a cold beer, his first of the morning, Howard made a list of the many ways he could burn Mack, anonymously, of course. His cell rang but when he saw it was his ex-wife he turned it off. Maria needed to learn who was boss. Hint: it wasn't her. He knew she had telephone privileges with Jake but he could always say he hadn't heard it. What could she do about it? Absolutely nothing. She left him one of her cryptic voicemails: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you. His ex-wife was a religious nut and he blamed that wacko church group she hung out with. Who goes to Bible Study five times a week?

An hour later, Jake came back in, filthy and exhausted. "Did my mom call?"

"Nope," Howard lied. "Take a shower, son, you reek."

After his third beer Howard's plan to exact revenge on his neighbor had taken shape. There were several stages, each one an escalation of the one before. Starting with the fun stuff, he applied for a credit card in Mack's name and went on a buying spree. He ordered every magazine and newspaper he could think of, set up appointments with home improvement companies to come to his neighbor's house, and asked the Jehovah's Witnesses to pay Mack a visit. He called phone sex lines and charged it to the card after ensuring the bills would go to Mack's house for his wife to see.

The following week, Howard heard his neighbors arguing loudly through his open window and laughed with delight. He walked out into his yard to better enjoy the show but immediately started gagging. This time, there were a dozen rotting skunks scattered all over. Howard was so furious he thought he might stroke out. He didn't bother to call Jake. Instead, he grabbed the shovel and hurled every last one of them over the fence as hard as he could. Several of them landed in Mack's pool with a satisfying splash. That night, Howard dressed in black and sneaked over to Mack's house where he proceeded to flatten the tires on both cars. For good measure, he siphoned all the gas too.

The next morning, the police knocked on his door to ask him about the skunks and the damage to the cars. He made up an alibi, dragged Jake out of bed to gain sympathy, and they eventually went away. At noon, Mack showed up and banged on the front door screaming obscenities but Howard ignored him. Cowering in a corner, Jake asked if he could call his mother. Howard ignored him too.