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Dianne Salerni : Writer of Teen and Middle Grade Fiction | Guest Post: Marva Dasef and Sasquatch

Guest Post: Marva Dasef and Sasquatch


Today I’d like to welcome author and blogger Marva Dasef, who has written a guest post and a vignette about an old paranormal friend – Big Foot, who (I am told) mixes an awesome vodka martini. Visit Marva at home on her blog or her website.

The Others Among Us

Sasquatch, Big Foot, Fouke Monster, Yeti, Skunk Ape, Abominable Snowman, Fear Liath, Chiye-tanka, Quatchi (the name of the Sasquatch mascot for the 2010 Vancouver Olympics), etc.

There’s hardly a more ubiquitous critter that’s (never) been scientifically proved to exist than the Sasquatch. I prefer that term or Big Foot since I live in the US Northwest, and he’s our own personal monster. Hey, we have film to prove it!

Why does Sasquatch (and his cousins) continue to capture our imaginations? Belief in the “Other” makes life more interesting. Vampires and werewolves are Others, too. We love to read about them. Would we want to meet a vampire or werewolf in a dark alley? For a lot of teen girls, they’d be all for it if his name is Edward or Victor.

I suggest that these Others are not imaginary. Perhaps not in the romanticized way portrayed in novels, but real, horrifying, terrifying, dangerous, and, occasionally, funny. They give us a vicarious thrill. If we don’t believe in them as a possibility, then what would there be to scare, turn on, or amuse us?

Take it from me, the Others exist. Anybody who squinches their eyes shut, stamps their feet, and yells ‘No They Don’t!’ is just kidding themselves. Go ahead. Walk down that dark alley, hike through the deep old growth forests, or splash around in a southern swamp. Don’t you just hope you’ll be one of the few who spot an Other and live to tell the tale?

I’ve toyed with Mr. Sasquatch in a couple of stories. I just keep seeing him as a bartender. The picture is by Holly Eddy and adorned my story in Lorelei Signal titled “Chilpequin 22 Miles.” The story also appeared in “A Time To… Volume 1,” the best of Lorelei Signal for 2006.

But the first time I gave Sas a job was way back in the 80s. This tale first appeared in Bewildering Stories in 2007. An audio version is attached to that link.

FAIR’S FAIR
by Marva Dasef

I lurched across Pioneer Square, hurt by the turned-away eyes. I wish they`d look at me. Go ahead and stare! After the car wreck and the flash fire, the doctors did their best to put me together, but even a pro can`t fix a thing if some of the parts are missing.

I dragged my body into a bar and pulled myself up on a barstool, making sure that the cash register blocked my view of the mirror. As usual, I sat with head bent, hat pulled down over my eyes.

“What’ll ya have, buddy?” the bartender’s rough voice rumbled.

I looked up, expecting the usual gasp of surprise or disgust, the eyes shifting left or right. I got neither. The bartender looked straight in my face, continuing to wipe the glass he held.

I was the one who gasped. He was over seven feet tall with one of the ugliest faces I’d ever seen, including my own. He was poorly shaved, the stubble continuing down his neck to disappear under his shirt.

“I said, what’ll ya have, buddy?” he repeated.

“Uh, scotch,” I whispered. This was not a man, I thought. His nose was a snout; his canines long and pointed; his arms would have hung to his knees. He looked like those pictures, except for the shave and clothes, of course. My own appearance made me bold; people tolerate questions from those they pity.

“You look like one of those Bigfoot monsters,” I ventured, made bold by my own visage. His chuckle was a guttural cough.

“So?” he said nonchalantly.

“So, how can you be here? Why haven’t the cops or the zoo come to get you?”

“You oughta know the answer to that, buddy,” he grinned.

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, you’re almost as ugly as me. It works great–right, buddy?”

I could see how it worked for him. When you’re as ugly as that, no one looks at you. He`d have no problem hiding out in the city.

“But, why?” I wanted to know.

“We–yes, there’s lots of us–did okay in the woods until all those science guys and hunters started comin’ after us. We want to be left alone, so we went where no one would think to look for us.”

Dollar signs danced before my eyes. “What if I turned you in?”

“Now, you wouldn’t do that, buddy.” His confident gaze met mine.

I decided quickly, and answered – “Right . . . fair’s fair.”

4 Responses to Guest Post: Marva Dasef and Sasquatch

  1. salarsenッ says:

    I live your take on the Others, Marva. Nice voice in the story, too.

  2. Lorrie says:

    Hey, I can see Sas as a bartender. I’m a believer in the Other’s. I’d like to meet Angel in a dark alley. Yum.
    Fun post. I enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Marva says:

    Glad you all enjoyed my humble offering. I hope to share more whenever Dianne will have me.