Lost in Choupic

Lost…

What if all of the folklore elements your grandfather spoke of—actually were?

What if there was only a paper thin separation of less than one degree?

Who would save you?                                                                            

How would you survive?

                                     

This is a story of Louisiana in a Cajun community that almost was or is depending upon your point of view. The kind of story that becomes aware as you read, for it is your breath that the pages seek as they linger along the fringe, around the edge of the lens where all things of questionable origin wait to seep through.                                                                                                                                                                                                   Somewhere, near the back porch a window sits ajar. Somewhere... Someone is watching. Someone strange and frightening. Someone painted by the dust of ages waits for the cover of night. The full moon rises upon the eve of a young man's twenty-first birthday.

What's a Cajun boy, his best friend, a big Labrador retriever, and a kangaroo mouse to do? Party and meet up with their girlfriends on Bourbon Street. Yea that was the plan. But a vibrant world where folklore elements spawn has come alive. Their life is about to change, and a vast Cajun heritage may be the only thing that saves them. As the moon rises so does the window.

UK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-Choupic-Exercise-Troy-Tabor-ebook/dp/B00ITCK20O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1410792086&sr=8-1&keywords=lost+in+choupic
USA
http://www.amazon.com/Lost-Choupic-An-Exercise-Nonsense/dp/1495228886/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1410792238&sr=8-1&keywords=lost+in+choupic

Troy Tabor has been a paramedic, a CCU nurse, a singer, a songwriter, a husband, a father, a reader, a writer, a lover of dogs and beer, but most of all a Cajun. Countless tales of ravaging hurricanes, of the swamp, and days of old spin bold and fluent in South Louisiana. They smolder like hot roux on your mama’s stove. Music flows until it becomes a waterway, and we are connected to the past, to the future, and to the spaces in-between. LOST IN CHOUPIC is his first novel.

tabortroy300@yahoo.com