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Coffee Tales
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Coffee Tales is a collection of short stories. Mysterious happenings surrounding a wedding and an encounter with aliens.

Government conspiracies and beans bring out the worst in a select group of individuals.

What happens to the Wryter family when they are faced with an impending deadline?

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Release dateMar 2, 2013
ISBN9781301804245
Coffee Tales
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Kurt Frazier

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    Coffee Tales - Kurt Frazier

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    Coffee Tales

    A collection of short stories

    Volume 1

    By

    Kurt D. Frazier Sr.

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

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    Coffee Tales

    Copyright © 2013 by Kurt D. Frazier Sr.

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    This book is a collection of short stories that I have enjoyed writing. I hope that you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

    The Case of the Missing Groom

    Dark clouds filled the sky above Central City and rain began falling onto the street below, softly and sparingly at first.  Then it seemed as though the water payment once delinquent, now settled. The surge of water seemed almost Biblical in proportions.  Pedestrians scattered around like roaches headed for the darkness under the sink.  It was a madhouse on the bustling streets of Central City.  The #10 cross-town came to a halt at the corner of 8th and Delmar; bringing with it a tidal wave that washed down the first two rows of waiting passengers.

    William Danner sat quietly in the third seat from the front on the left; his usual seat on the #10.  The two seats in front of him were empty while a young woman occupied the seat across the aisle, about twenty years of age.  Her hair was a bottled blonde color, and she wore a tan jacket that matched the skirt that came just below her knees.  He assumed that her eyes were blue; he thought that all blonde girls’ eyes were blue?  Then again, she was not a natural blonde-haired person and the large sunglasses she wore hid her eyes anyway. Why wear sunglasses on a rainy day? Marie, that could have been her name; she looked like a Marie to him and so that is what he called out to her.  She turned her gaze from the scenes of the street and fixed her eyes upon his face with a questioning look.  William had been right on both accounts; her name was Marie and she had the deepest blue eyes that he had ever seen.

    The story that this young woman told was indeed a very sad one.  She had been engaged to a very wealthy man and had come to Central City for what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.  That was last Thursday, the day her dreams disappeared along with her beloved Horace Kingman. 

    Today was Monday and she was headed back home to her life as a server in a chicken and waffle place; Charlie’s Chicken and Waffles.  What about Horace’s family?  I asked gently.  They didn’t know about the wedding, it was to be a secret ceremony, just between the two of us.  Marie replied through tear-filled eyes. tmp_b649c2fbb2aa2abab298781d084f7860_vRlIdX_html_7d8ea876.png

    It had been two years since I had worked a case of any importance.  Well. Mrs. Jones did think that finding her cat Fluffy was of great importance and it was an easy $50.00 seeing that all I had to do was open the garage door and the cat came rushing out into the arms of her distraught owner. 

    Then there was the Case of the Missing Toothbrush; do my own kids count as clients?  My wife thought that charging an eight year old $10.00 was to steep.  I on the other hand thought that the price was just right seeing that I had to fish it out of the porcelain pot.  Of course, I did not charge him $10.00 that was not right at all.  We settled on $8.95 and that was as low as I would go for my services.

    I called my wife Liza, and that got me slapped.  Liza was my ex-wife.  Lisa was my second and last wife; that is what she said and I am inclined to agree with her.  I called my wife Lisa and explained that I would be bringing a client home with me for dinner.  I knew that it was best to give her all of the details of the case so that she would not feel left out or question my actions in this case.

    When Lisa talked with Marie and found out all of the details she exclaimed, Marie you are going to be the daughter that we never had.  William and I will take care of you and he will find your beloved Horace if it’s the last thing he ever does.  The look that came from my brides eyes told me that success was my only conclusion in the matter and there were no other options to consider.  I was also informed that since Marie was the newest member of our family that there would be no need for a fee to be charged in this case. Not even $10.00 for a new bus pass?

    That remark caused tears to flow from Marie’s blue-eyes and I nearly lost the left side of my face to Lisa’s roundhouse kick.  It was only the lightning fast reflexes that came out when I sensed danger that saved me; not to mention the 100 I’m sorrys’ that left my face as I ran out the back door and fell headlong into the wet grass.

    We started out with looking at the location where the two young people were to be married.  The Central City Community Center was where the ceremony was to have taken place at 10:00am last Thursday.  The guest list was a small one just eight people, four men and four women of various ages, sizes and cultural backgrounds.  I had never mentioned that my first guess was that Horace had gotten cold chills and beat feet away from the situation.  Upon questioning these fine folk, I found that none of them had ever seen the missing groom and concluded that this was a cold lead.

    The next idea was to pass out flyers to the people on the streets and see if anyone there may have any information on him.  Yet after two days of walking the hot sidewalks of Central City, I still had no leads. 

    The Missing Persons Bureau of the CCPD had no information on our missing man and I was about to give up when I met a man named ********(wishes to remain anonymous) he said that at about 9:00am Thursday a man that looked like him came rushing out of The Singing Pig and bumped into him.  See this new coat that he gave me.  That is Horace’s coat, replied Marie.

    Now we had a lead and besides that I was very hungry and I love Chinese food; so it was off to The Singing Pig.  The waiter at the restaurant remembered Horace being there on Thursday morning because he had been the first customer and the only customer that was supposed to be getting married that day.  His meal had been the Sweet and Sour Chicken and Fried Rice with a Coke.  It was odd

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