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Me & Thee & Three Podcast |
Mutual Gift |
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Me & Thee & Three Podcast |
Mutual Gift |
Sniff… sniff… snniifff.
“Not enough onions. (sniff sniff). What else is that smell?”
Hutch sighed at the curly head imposed between him and his work. He elbowed Starsky out of the way, “As for your last question, don’t feed me straight lines while I’m cooking. As for the onion, that’s plenty. Traditional raggmunk doesn’t even have onion.”
“That does it!” When Hutch stopped for a red light, Starsky got out of Hutch’s car and started walking down the sidewalk.
Hutch found a place to park, got out of the car, and ran after his partner. He reached out and grabbed Starsky’s arm, only to have him pull sharply away.
“Oh, no you don’t!”
“What are you talking about, Starsk?” Hutch had to walk faster to keep up with Starsky. “What’s wrong with you?” He again reached out to touch his friend’s arm, only to have Starsky whirl on him, fire in his eyes.
“You wanna know what’s wrong with ME?!” Starsky’s face got red. He looked like he was about to have a stroke. “What’s wrong with YOU?!”
They stood on the sidewalk staring at each other. One had anger on his face and one with confusion painting his. They stared at each other for a few minutes. Hutch finally broke eye contact and took a step away from Starsky. He looked around, and then turned back.
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You Say Potato |
The Cost of a Touch |
Scroll past the image at the end of the story to see the author’s note.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
It may be your last
Next year we may all be living in the past
Christmas time in Bay City was a study in contradictions. Jolly bell-ringing Santas in red, short sleeve shirts basked on the sunlit corners of the bustling city. They could be seen taking a break in the shade with a cold can of soda instead of stomping off snowy boots and warming up to a steamy hot chocolate. Snowmen made of Styrofoam graced the front store windows of pricey boutiques instead of decorating the Currier and Ives perfect yards of merry families. Palm trees swayed in the seasonal heat while Christmas firs and spruces for sale, sprayed with fake snow from a can, huddled in the corners of steamy parking lots.
Hutch shivered from the air conditioning and snuggled into his flannel overshirt as he lounged in his favorite booth at Huggy’s. He raised his empty glass of vodka and tonic, twist of lime, high in the air. Hutch blinked twice as the twinkling Christmas lights that decorated the bar reflected in his glass.
“It looks like a glass of Christmas rainbows, Starsk. You’d like that. If you were here… but you’re not.”
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Hutch on the Iron Throne |
A Merry Little Christmas |
Author’s Note: – Some X-Files background: at the end of Season 7, FBI Agent Fox Mulder disappeared. His partner, Agent Dana Scully, pregnant with his child, knew he’d been abducted but nothing more. The viewing audience though, during S8, had glimpses of the torture/torment Mulder suffered. His body was eventually dumped in a field and Scully, plus Assistant Director Walter Skinner, were the principal mourners at his burial.
On April 1, 2001, Deadalive aired. Formerly deceased abductees began coming back to life and Skinner ordered Mulder’s body exhumed. It was, and he was hospitalized.
Note from Flamingo:
This year, at Media West Con, I was prowling the dealers room when I saw this note propped up on a piece of interesting art:
Below that was this explanation:
And then next to that was this lovely art of Starsky and Hutch on an Egyptian chariot. I asked the artist if I could submit the art to the Advent Calendar and she agreed! I was happy to take the boys home! They are truly timeless!
Click on the images to view them larger.
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Egyptian Starsky & Hutch |
After An X-Files Episode |