Kai examined his spear to make sure it was sharp. He lined up his snorkel mask and fins. “I hope for a nice Mona tonight,” he said “Oh, that would be good,” his wife Hana smiled back at him. “They have been scarce these days, it must be the current.” “A nod from the ancient … Continue reading
Part 2: Adele looked around the house. If there was gonna be a meetin’, then there had to be a cleanin’ first. “Look a there,” she said to herself, rubbing her hand across the divan. Miss Fuzz had been sneaking around and napping, and that cat knew well that the divan was off limits! That … Continue reading
Adele Louise Martin was lounging in her parlor on a 1950s green sofa that she fondly called, “the divan” that stretched out like a long chartreuse lily pad where she now wiggled her toes and tried not to think of the pesky issue with her gums. She tossed her copy of Southern Living onto the … Continue reading
Part 1 is here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/through-the-desert-with-the-stones/ “Is there a mechanic up there in town or do you know?” asked Greg to Mustache Man. The man stared back. He had leather tarnished skin and vertical lines forming like silky spider legs around his lips. Mustache Man looked him directly in the eyes and said nothing still, then looked … Continue reading
It was 1986 when Greg Taylor decided life was limited in small town. After all, he had thoroughly blasted it with Led Zeppelin back in the 70s, and there just wasn’t much more to do. He had the hair – check, mastered the guitar – check, saved some money….well ok, not saved any real money, … Continue reading
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 should be in school, why are you here?” “Lunch,” I answered weakly. “So, you like baseball cards, do ya?” asked the dark cop. “Umm, yeah,” I said. “Yeah!” he bellowed. … Continue reading
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 world series. In junior high, we collected baseball and football cards which I usually bought with my allowance, but as luck would have it, Bill Cooper had trumped me lately, … Continue reading
If someone had told Greg Taylor that he’d be rewriting the history of Ironic Things Laced with Rock Music lyrics one day, he wouldn’t have taken them seriously. In the early 1980s, he and his band members were enrolled in high school Ag class. Ag being short for Agriculture, of course. As part of the … Continue reading
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 culinary delicacies. Uncle Ron was my mother’s older brother and they were just like peas and carrots, as Forest would say. He knew the food business as he had established … Continue reading
Why go back to the 1980s when you can revisit the 1970s? I wrote this character sketch on my cousin when I was about fifteen-years-old. She had visited us and spent the summer on our farm when I was around nine or ten and evidently made a lasting impression on me. I wrote a bit … Continue reading
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