Susan Proto
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Starsky is back on the job but no one ever said it would be easy Sequel: Memory’s Ashes February 12, 1980 Sundown He struck the match and listened to the soft sizzle. Next, he lowered it into the plain, clear glass and touched it to the wick. Quickly, before the fire that licked at his fingers became painful, he picked up… -
FictionGen FicGen Me and Thee ArchiveGen Post-SeriesStarsky makes a decision that feels so right, but the thought of telling Hutch scares the hell out of him. Sequel to: Dance A Memory He picked up the small, round glass from the stove top and looked inside at the waxy residue. The candle had long since burned out; Starsky reached in and rubbed his finger in memory’s ashes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~…
Memory’s Ashes
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FictionGen Action/AdventureGen FicGen Me and Thee ArchiveJust a simple trip to the bank, right? Sure it was… Citizen’s Bank Claymore Avenue Branch I love lines. Okay, I know that sounds a little crazy, but what can I say? It’s the truth; I love lines. I mean, I know some people think they’re just a big waste of time, but I try to look at it on…
Waiting in Line
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A sudden change in Hutch’s behavior could prove the partnership’s undoing. He’d noticed the change but wasn’t sure of the ‘why’ — he’d figured out the ‘when’ easily enough though. It started almost four weeks ago. Hutch had finally given into the idea that all of his vitamins and kelp shakes were no armor against the nasty flu bug he’d… -
Sometimes, the not knowing can be more frightening than the truth. Hutch couldn’t help but notice his normally lively chatterbox of a partner was anything but his usual self. There was none of the banter between them, and that anomaly had been gradually becoming more and more apparent over the last several days. Hutch had finally had enough. “Okay, Starsky,… -
So, how did a nice Jewish boy from Brooklyn get so head over heels in love with the Christmas season? December 25th Hutch sat in the car, drumming his fingers, and bracing himself for the onslaught of Christmas cheer that he knew was coming on this holiday morning. Once again, as kind of a gift to their fellow officers with…
