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    Whistler Street Chronicles
    Whistler Street Chronicles
    Whistler Street Chronicles
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    Whistler Street Chronicles

    By Kurt Frazier, Sr

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    A collection of 14 short stories that I have written over the past few months. They rannge from the mysterious to the strange. Perfect for those that want something new to read, yet are limited on time.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKurt Frazier, Sr
    Release dateNov 17, 2011
    ISBN9781466170599
    Whistler Street Chronicles
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      Whistler Street Chronicles - Kurt Frazier, Sr

      WHISTLER STREET CHRONICLES

      BY KURT FRAZIER SR.

      SMASHWORDS EDITION

      COPYRIGHT © 2011

      KURT DOUGLAS FRAZIER SR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      PUBLISHED BY:

      Kurt D. Frazier Sr. on Smashwords

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      Thank you for downloading this free eBook. Although this is a free book, it remains the

      Copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes.

      If you enjoyed this book, please encourage your friends to download their own copy at Smashwords.com, where they can also discover other works by this author. Thank you for your support

      COVER PHOTO COURTESY OF FREEDIGITALPHOTOS.NET

      ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK ARE FICTITIOUS AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSON LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

      *****

      THANKS TO ALL OF THOSE FRIENDS THAT CONTRIBUTED THEIR COMMENTS ABOUT THESE STORIES WHILE THEY WERE IN THEIR DEVELOPMENT.

      AGE IS: THE ONLY THING TO COME TO US WITHOUT EFFORT. -ANONYMOUS

      COURAGE IS: BEING SCARED TO DEATH-AND SADDLING UP ANYWAY. - JOHN WAYNE

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Missing Bear

      Airborne

      Penelope

      Friday

      The Intruder

      Broken Hero

      Peaceful Orbs

      Circumstances

      Power Play

      Drabbles

      Thank you from the author

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      The Missing Bear

      The man in the yellow coat sat across the aisle from me on the Fred St. bus. I wondered where he was going and what he was up too. Why, you might ask did this concern me? Well, I have this awful habit of being a people watcher.

      People are very interesting you know. They do things in public without thinking about it and some of the things I see are quite striking. The woman that plays with the curl on her left side of her head then rolls her eyes back and forth and then smiles at me. Or there was the man that rotates his hat from front to back and then left to right; the little boy that picks his nose and then without a thought ingests the rewards that he found. Oh, there are so many odd things that people do out there in the world and I have seen many of them.

      The thing that bothers me the most about some weird thing I am doing is that others will see; am I the odd little man in the checkered sport coat that is the subject of conversation between a man and his wife over the evening dinner table?

      Yes, I am that man and there are many strange things that I do. Perhaps I will tell you of some of those and who knows maybe we are related. Be on the lookout for the strange little man coming soon to your neighborhood.

      My name is, well, that is not important at the moment; however, there is one very crucial bit of information that you should know and that is the fact that at this moment I am not wanted by the police for anything, nor have I ever been on a watch list of any kind. As a matter of fact my assistance has been requested by many a small town sheriff and even by the FBI. I am a highly trained professional private investigator and despite the appearance of my oddly dressed self, I have pulled some of the foulest and most despicable characters out of hiding and facilitated their relocation into the nearest jail house.

      Friends have often told me that if I were to change my image then perhaps I should not get so many second glances from those I meet. I happen to think my green, blue, and yellow checkered sport coat and the odd neckties that I often wear show that if anything I have a great sense of humor to replace my lack of fashion sense.

      Standing at a height of 5’-5’’ with just a smidgen of hair around the back of my head and a pair of round rimmed glasses perched upon my button of a nose, I resemble someone that perhaps would be seen in the local circus as a clown or other performer, and the size 15 shoes I wear would be the icing on the cake as they say. This shy, nerdy appearance serves as a great disguise to keep the criminal element as oblivious to my real demeanor as a toddler is to his parent’s hushed conversation.

      My name is Matthew Shadow and I am working on the case of the missing bear. It was late one evening on a moonlit and windy night when I got the call from a Mrs. G. Rowling, Mr. Shadow it is most urgent that I meet with you and tell you about a problem that I have. The bear in question is a carved statue about three foot tall and it resembles the one in this picture, it was an anniversary gift to my husband Gregory and he will just die if he comes home from his fishing trip and finds it missing.

      I assured the nervous wife in her mid forties that it would be no problem for me to discover the whereabouts of the bear in question and gave her my promise that I would do the job quickly and discretely. So, with the $49.99 that she gave me as a deposit, I took to the streets in search of the bear called Stanley.

      That is how I found myself upon the city bus traveling north to the edge of town to a diner called Doozies, and this is the same bus that I saw the man in the yellow rain coat. I wondered to myself about the man and whether or not he may have any knowledge of the missing bear’s whereabouts. Perhaps the woman with the curl in her hair knew the man in the rain coat, and perhaps the boy who enjoyed nose candy was their son, and just maybe they were all in on this thing together. Did they do it for a large ransom, or maybe it was for revenge upon the poor Mrs. G. Rowling and her unsuspecting husband? I stretched forth an ear to listen to their conversation and soon found that it’s not wise for an odd looking man in a multi colored sport coat to get too close to a couple in conversation. For upon doing so I felt the sharp slap of a woman’s hand upon my cheek and the even sharper tone in the man’s voice telling me to mind my own business.

      I decided then that I may have misjudged these city dwellers and from that point on I kept to myself; even though I heard the man say the word bear more than once. I exited the bus at Fred St. and went across the street into Doozies Diner where I ordered a BLT, fries and a

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