Big Damn Pears
Luke LaCroix first told Old Green about the pear tree one day at lunch. They were outside off the boiler room, sitting in the shade of the overhang. The day was hot
Luke LaCroix first told Old Green about the pear tree one day at lunch. They were outside off the boiler room, sitting in the shade of the overhang. The day was hot
My name is Chirtle. I know that don’t sound like a name. I don’t think it is. But it’s the only one I got. I mighta had anotha name at some point, but I don’t know it. Madame Beliveau calls me Chirtle
Ma was in the back boiling crawfish. Pepper was on the tree swing, swinging away. Barn was in his room. I was in the kitchen making iced-tea
Chez Gisèle’s entrance door creaked open and three scrawny young men tiptoed into the bar. Gigi read fear on their faces. As if a hungry bear was going to jump out of the shadows and eat them alive any second. “Come on in boys,” Gigi said with spirit
One point. One stinking point. Sure everyone else was happy, but I am not a big fan of basketball. To everyone else winning the conference championship meant our first trip ever to the national tournament. To me, it meant another week or so of playing contemptuous and insignificant pop tunes
“Well, go get Father Domengeaux.” The boy hesitated for a moment, eyes wide. Alcee tapped his foot on the porch, “Well
She was eighteen years old when the Elms became her own. The house was given to her by her father after the wedding that took place on the hottest Sunday of 1943 in the Florien Baptist church. At night when the weather grew mild the reception moved inside under a wide tent
Her retirement party was a sad little affair, but, thought Ellie, most retirements were nothing short of tragic. Really, all of them. An ending, and an official announcement of old age, one foot in the grave and you, nearer to death’s door. The library break room was decked with crepe paper braids
The building used to be a post office years ago, a fact that older patrons always liked to point out to Layla. She would smile and nod, “Is that right?” she’d say. “I always wondered
by Cesar Rico “Is that the guy from the paper?” “Yea, that’s him. He’s going to see the other one.” Two young nurses, one with strawberry blonde hair and the other a light brunette, sat behind a light beige counter, watching patients and visitors enter and exit Morgan City General Hospital