The end of one story & 059th in the Amanda Saga Arresting Byron Mellon (AKA Judge Franklin Belemany) & 60th Epilogue

Good Morning Ted and Jody:


Today marks the end of the Amanda Saga, as I have appended the last chapter and the epilogue.  The Amanda Saga, or as I have now chosen a working title, Amanda7, may be the first in a series of books of about 70,000 words each that loosely could be called “Amandas in Time” (indeed, I may call the series that).  I find all sorts of paradoxes and impossibilities with the concept of time travel. Those paradoxes and impossibilities make it interesting.  At some point, I may branch out to explore the parallel universe I referred to as “level 4 number 7” in this first book.  But, first, I suspect I need more practice writing about simpler things like time travel rather than the more complex things like a parallel universe.  I already have the plot for the second book in the “Amandas in Time” series.  I have tentatively assigned Amanda and Brice Clarkton roles as Agents for ATI in this next story.  But, you know me, things change fast.


I have already begun the proofreading and am astounded at the number of mistakes, typos, and missing punctuation (not to mention an almost total absence of parenthetical remarks and very few footnotes).  The astounding part is that I found relatively few things to correct.  However, I am not a particularly good proof reader and even worse when it comes to proofreading my own writing.  I used to tell my students that spelling, grammar and the like counted on grades for all written material the submitted; but, “if I find errors you have serious problems and need to take more English.”  So, after I have found what I can, I will ask others to proof read it.  When that happens, I suspect the number of necessary corrections will, like the title, become exponential.


After the errors, typos, mistakes, missing punctuation and other garbage has been removed, I will set about to try to publish it.  I will initially seek a traditional publisher or an agent who deals with traditional publishers. That phase will take some time—a hell of a long time as I have no track record.  So, while I am doing the proofreading and seeking publishing, I will continue writing.   Amanca7 has taken me a bit more than 2 months.  In those two months, only one day went by without my adding to the manuscript.  So, I have a start on a habit.  I mentioned to someone recently I haven’t had a good habit since I gave up smoking.  Time for habit to replace smoking (so I can stop gaining weight).


I did inflict this first book on you in my daily missives without asking.  If it has been a burden or inconvenience I do apologize.  However, unless you tell me to stop, I will inflict the next one as I write it.  I will not be offended if you don’t want any more nonsense.  But then most of my letters are nonsense anyway, so I thought . . .  If, by any chance you have any comments, criticisms or the like I would love to hear them.  That sort of thing can only help me to improve how I perform my new habit–writing.


Over the next ten days I have a colonoscopy and an operation on the spine in my lumbar region.  Both or either could occasion my missing a day here and there.  (Ah, you say, blessed peace.)  I do, plan on living through both; for, I am enjoying learning to drive the Ridgeline and writing fiction (real not just the stuff I make up for letters) every day—I do want to see what happens in what I write next. The characters constantly surprise me and make me think.


I hope this finds you healthy, happy and warm.


Warmest regards, Ed


059 Arresting Byron Mellon (AKA Judge Franklin Belemany)

Fiction in 780 words by T. Edward Westen, 2017

Special Agent Fleishman stood watching the empty mechanical transport chamber through the portal built into the doors.  The ‘ACTIVE DO NOT ATTEMPT ENTRY’ sign on the door was pulsing through a sequence of colors and brightness that made the sign seem alive.  The door itself carried a mild electrical current designed to further dissuaded entry.  Special Agent Fleishman knew that merely touching the door release would result in a shock sufficient to reduce to zero any desire to physically grab and pull the handle to attempt opening the door, not to mention requiring one to pick one’s self up off the floor after.  

For reasons, unknown to Special Agent Fleishman, the ATI Council had placed a shield around this and its sister mechanical transport chamber beginning with the design of the chambers and running through a few years after Byron Mellon destroyed them by transporting lava flows into each.  Special Agent Fleishmann’s visit here was the first sanctioned time visit to the facility since its destruction in 2692. The ATI Council shield necessitated restarting the time travel project from scratch.  Hence, Special Agent Fleishman realized he was a time travel machine that  resulted from using living time cell implants rather than large physically fixed mechanical devices for time travel  like the one he was about to enter. 

The lights in the room began to oscillate between bright and dim.  A humming sound surrounded Special Agent Fleishman; and, the ‘ACTIVE DO NOT ATTEMPT ENTRY’ sign shone brightly red. ‘Ah, so he returns home one last time,’ thought Special Agent Fleishman. 

Byron Mellon appeared in the middle of the large chamber.  The ‘ACTIVE DO NOT ATTEMPT ENTRY‘ sign on the door was replaced with one in green that read ‘ENTRY PERMITTED.’ Special Agent Fleishman reached out and tentatively touched the door. ‘No current, the juice is off,’ he thought.  He reached down where he had set a wooden chair with his left hand and opened the door with his right.  He stepped in to the chamber leaving the wooden chair in the door to block it from closing.

The motion and sound of the chamber door opening attracted Byron Mellon’s attention.  He stood straight and faced Special Agent Fleishman and stated, “This chamber is off limits.  I will have to ask you to leave.”

“We will both be leaving,” said Special Agent Fleishman.  “You sir are under arrest for murder, destruction of property, a couple of score of violations of the Timeline Integrity Act and too many local, temporal violations to list for such things as theft, identify fraud.  But, the list is too long, so let’s just stick with murder.”

“Who in the hell do you think I murdered?” demanded Bryon Mellon.

“Actually,” said Special Agent Fleishman, “we have video evidence of your murder of Adrian Dougherty on the 344th day of the year 2692, when you did cause this chamber to flood with hot lava from Mt. Vesuvius while he was in this chamber doing some update work.”

Byron Mellon glanced in the direction of the control panel on the left side of the door behind Special Agent Fleishman.  He began what appeared to be random steps off to his right and declared, “Today is only the 343rd day,  You can’t arrest me for something I can’t have done yet.” 

“Tricky these legal technicalities,” said Special Agent Fleishman.  “So, you want a charge that is historically based?  How about assuming the identity of a child who died a week after he was born about 700 years ago?  But it doesn’t matter what the charge is for I am arresting you. Once I turn you over to the Council . . . ‘

Byron Mellon’s slow apparently random steps to the right and toward the control panel abruptly became a dash.  Byron Mellon hit the control panel at full run with his right hand extended and aimed at the chamber’s activation control.  He pushed the button.  The control was activated and the door began to close. 

Special Agent Fleishman, walked, a deliberate walk, toward Byron Mellon and the control panel as the door refused to close because of the wooden chair Special Agent Fleishman had left specifically to prevent it from closing.

Byron Mellon kept repeatedly striking the control to activate the time chamber.  He did not seem to realize wherever the chamber took him, it would also take Special Agent Fleishman.   He did not notice the chair blocking the door from closing.  He was a man lost in the helplessness of having been trapped like the rat he was.   Indeed, Byron Mellon, AKA Judge Franklin Belemany,  continued trying to start the chamber’s time transport mechanisms even after Special Agent Fleishman had him securely restrained.

The End

060 Epilogue (304)


Patrolman Eddie Philipson didn’t mind working Christmas Eve.  His wife, a nurse, worked the evening shift at the hospital.  Besides, his working Christmas Eve gave another officer a chance to be at home with his family.  ‘I hope when Maggie and I have children someone will work this shift so I can stay home with the family too.’  He smiled at the thought.  He and Maggie had talked about starting to, as she put it, enlarge the family in two years once she had finished her work for the RN.  Being an LPN was all well and good, but she wanted the increased patient responsibilities and the money was good too.


Patrolling solo in a car was a new experience for Patrolman Philipson.  Keeping one eye on one side of the street for potential issues and the other eye on the other as well as both eyes on the road was more than he was used to doing.  He was approaching the small park in the 1200 block of Mission Boulevard.  The duty sergeant told him to keep an eye on the area by the swings as they had some reports about drugs being sold there. As the duty sergeant had put it, “That ain’t healthy for little kids who just want to swing.”


Slowing so as to better see in the dying twilight, Patrolman Philipson saw a there was no drug activity at the swings.  Picking up speed to check out the fraternity house at 1246 Brentwood where there had been an illegal firework display the evening before, Patrolman Philipson’s quiet was broken with a radio request to pick up a woman at a cigar store on Mission and take her to the hospital. The radio cracked again.  “Hurry, her water has broken.”


title page follows


By. T. Edward Westen

Copyright © 2017 by T. Edward Westen

This is a work of fiction.  All Characters, incidents, dialog and places are drawn from the author’s imagination and should not be construed as real.  Any resemblance to real events, places or persons—living, dead or to be born—is an accident and was not intended.



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8 Responses to The end of one story & 059th in the Amanda Saga Arresting Byron Mellon (AKA Judge Franklin Belemany) & 60th Epilogue

  1. beetleypete says:

    It must have seemed strange to write, ‘The End’. Although of course, we know that it isn’t
    I especially liked the epilogue, when Philipson did not see Amanda near the swing. Nice touch.

    Naturally, I am now waiting for the further adventures of the characters. Which is just how it should be.

    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. Thank you.
    I found it strange and satisfying at the same time to write those six letters. It was strange, as there is always more one can do. Fortunately, one can do a rewrite and add and subtract from the work. I recall a story of a French painter who had a painting hanging in a museum. From time to time he would go to the museum and the guards would catch him adding to his ‘finished” and sold painting. Can’t remember which painter (for I read this anecdote well over ½ century ago), but now, I appreciate his plight even more. It was satisfying for two reasons. First, I set a goal for a 70,000-word story and reached it. The second and more important reason is having decided to publish it in daily segments I had five readers who stuck it out with me for over the two months it took to get it all out. Three of you in particular made comments every day: beetleypete, fragglerocking, and Eddy Winco. I cannot thank you all enough for that level of support. Thank you.
    From one day to another various others indicated they had stopped by with likes. My thanks to them as well.
    While I titled it an Epilogue, it is the real end of the story. I wrote it early on and even had to revise the 1st installment to make it clear. As you have often said, let the readers use their imagination, I did want to be clear in the end, what the arrest of the main protagonist would cause. The main protagonist we only saw briefly once as he fell off the roof in the story before his arrest. The challenge in having an unseen bad guy was to let the consequences of his actions represent him rather than developing a complicated back story to explain why he was a bad guy. The back story is there, however, should the need ever arise.
    Now that I have a two-month-old habit of writing every day, let me see if I can keep that habit.
    Warmest regards.


  3. Good luck with your medical doo dah’s, hope everything goes well. Bravo on completing the first of the Amanda books, have really enjoyed my daily dose, even if I have not always got my head around the science 🙂 I look forward to re-reading the book when it’s published (you know you can self publish right? if you choose to) and look forward even more to the next book. Good Job Ed!

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  4. Thank you for reading the whole thing. As I have said before, your daily comments were very helpful—they helped me keep on track. Thank you for them. You may not have realized how helpful they were.
    I will start the next book in my post tomorrow. This will also involve time travel, However, I hope to keep it less science and more fiction as the science is now done except for making it easier to understand. Ironically, I have a better idea of where this one goes than I did Amanda7, but that may not turn out to be useful. We’ll see.
    I have also begun the work on getting Amanda7 up to snuff for publication. Ironically it could take longer to get into proper shape than it took to write in the first place. No matter, I will do the work. I am aware of self-publishing. I will go that route if the alternatives to it look too daunting (dealing with corporations often looks daunting).
    Again, thank you.
    Warmest regards, Ed

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  5. Eddy Winko says:

    I held out for as long as I could, but I finally had to read the final chapter and even though I was surprised to read that it was going to be the last instalment it actually resolved all that needed to be and left enough open for further adventures. I’m so happy to know that there will be more, as just like the The Archers, you have become part of my daily routine with you taking the morning slot. Personally I liked the serialisation of the story, as I rarely find the time to read fiction, the last book I read was on tree identification and woodland management! Maybe you could cast your net further and see if it would be considered for a radio series or even magazine publishing.

    I hope all goes well with your visits to the medical establishments, I look forward to reading more soon, now I’m off to start a Kickstarter appeal for funds to develop the electrified door handles idea!

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    • Thank you for reading and commenting. I have both enjoyed your comments and the support you gave me by reading the whole thing. Without you, Pete and FR I am not sure that I would have been able to have pulled this off. Thank you.
      I am sure my outpatient visits to the hospital will go well, it they plow the roads so I can get there. Thank you.
      Warmest regards, Ed


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