A cumulus of ladybugs moved steadily across the pastel-streaked sky. Everyone had virtually ignored reports in The Galveston Daily News predicting their arrival over the island’s grasslands 3/4 the result of an unusually warm spring. As the speckled mass advanced across the horizon
It was around 5 o’clock on a sticky, overcast evening in July when I walked off a plane into the Atlanta airport with my carry-on bag and overstuffed purse in tow for an hour-long layover en route to Orlando, Florida. I was on my way to my Mom’s house
He gave her the slip. She held it against her body, although she knew whether it would fit mattered very little. She would never wear it. At least she would not wear it for him. She wouldn’t even want him to look at her in it. Not after what he did
Nirabadha pulled off the county road to check on his first gas station. The morning sun still hid behind Georgia, not yet bathing the small Alabama town with light. Only the fog and turkey hunters seemed to silently move about
The summer I met Clayton Wingate I’d been cleaning houses in Savannah for two years, enough time to see all kinds of people. Clayton was fresh out of law school up at Emory, and renting the third floor of the Pearsons’ house over on Gaston Street, a block or two west of Forsyth Park. All the houses on that block look pretty much like the others
by Jacob Lambert
As the train came to a shuddering halt, Thomas Little stepped down the steel steps and out into the dry summer air. In the distance, he could see an immense pond, one surround by a forest that seemed to threaten the very integrity of the above crystalline sky. The humidity, along with the multitudes of insects swarming around his sweaty, waxen face,
My name — is Paris Hilton, and I am a man, which does me no favors in a Southern town. I am not heir to any dynasty, I have never made a sex video that was viewed by anyone of importance, and I am not a goddamned socialite. My parents merely had an unnatural obsession with Homer
by James Redd
He awoke on Ray Williams’ couch and made himself a tall glass of water and drank it quickly with an open throat. Then he grabbed another mason jar of whiskey and walked to the front porch where Ray sat in whicker chairs with Houston, Lou Godwin’s boy. Houston was drinking from a full bottle but stopped drinking to laugh for a moment
A pair of short stories by two Arkansas writers in honor of the Travel South Showcase being located there next week.
by Donna Smith Fee
Leo usually shoots me up but this time I am on my own.
Eight flower boxes on a brand new house designed to look old among turn-of-the-century Victorians on Boulevard had to be installed today. Inspired by an historic Queen Anne house in-town that belonged to a favorite daughter of a long-dead UGA law