1736 Lamont Street. I knew this was the place when I first saw it. A stately Victorian tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. The…
Tag: Fiction
So we left our heroine, Mary Ann Davis on the cusp of having entered the county beauty pageant to compete for prize money which she…
In case you need to read the previous: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/leaving-witt-2/ “So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed…
It was the end of the day and my cousin Joey and I were skating in the concrete drainage ditch on the outskirts of town.…
Have you ever tried writing one? I have, and I’m awful at it! Thank goodness for editors and publishers and people with vision. Really and…
Can you tell me the origin of the moon? Particles of the universe colliding when Time lifted his heavy hand and blotted out the sun.…
She shows up like a slim Mae West wearing fringes and boots ten shades gone is the ingenue beneath a plethora of wild ringlets her…
Learn Free Strong Anew Discard chains Seek truth in full light Dance upon a carpet of memory We built these corridors to house the knowledge…
A pale taste, the sharp burn of empty bowing at the worship steps descended by a goddess wrapped in a gown of uranium The weak…