The hairy one a rough-edged loon stood in the silvery light and howled at the moon… I don’t fear zombie brides or teens that can’t…
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Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/ “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you…
I was always a baseball fan, ever since my granddad signed me out of school one day to watch the Baltimore Orioles in the 1973…
At fifteen, I found myself intricately studying the architecture of hamburgers and following the instructions of my uncle regarding the assembly and appearance of such…
The smell of rubber even now means anticipation shaped into bicycle tires getting that new bike riding on seat springs and sunlight skirting a pathway…
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…
Dusk one evening dialing back to right after Disco was ditched to the tune of bad boys. My cousin, Dennis in his ’67 GMC pickup…
The night we swam in the pond dark water and moonlight our teeth slightly chattering, brilliantly gleaming in the not quite warm spring glad your…