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
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 desperately needed to go to medical assistant school in California. Mary Ann’s career goals were limited in her little town so she had decided she wanted to be an assistant … Continue reading
After the assembly, Eliza and I picked up little pink pamphlets with a typewriter embossed at the top. “Boy, some of the idiots they let in this place,” I said. “Definitely,” Eliza answered. “To think that I would cut my nails to type all day!” Time passed in a flurry and the contest was near. … Continue reading
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 a piece of paper in my hand. It was an application for the Miss Rutherford County Contest. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him. “I’m helping you get … Continue reading
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. It was spring in Witt, Texas and I was gonna be history as soon as I could figure a way out of this town. Not that Witt was such a … Continue reading
It all started when Ilene Wilson showed up at Dominoes Club saying that her husband, Ralph, had been taken away by an Accidental Invasion. “I have never heard tell of such!” exclaimed Aunt Agnes, giving me a sharp look over her dominos. Aunt Agnes had been worried about our neighbor, Ilene, ever since she found … Continue reading
“But I do have to say, your descriptions aren’t too bad. You seem to connect with your audience and really, that’s worth something,” said Bat Boy. “Do you deliver rejection papers often?” “No, I was coming to see Texas for myself. I actually have some bags and a pile of iffy stories to read. Where’s … Continue reading
This is the first installment of the complete story of which I previously published an excerpt….small town, murder and shenanigans. Deanna Abbott ascended the steps of her white, two-story house. Up she went, one step at a time, deliberate and angry. How dare anyone approach her with right and wrong? It was her life. If … Continue reading
….Outside I continued to contemplate Deanna’s life mess. I decided she would just have to listen to reason. Her sordid activities were ruining an old family name. I waited, she did not appear. Since nobody in Mimosa finds it necessary to lock doors, I let myself in as I had done many times before. I … Continue reading
Character Sketch – Book Excerpt: Whispering Falls “Aunt Margie, who made you the head of the neighborhood watch program?” I asked, smiling. “Hmmph!” she said as she tottered past me, clacking her cane. Aunt Margie knew all the neighbors’ habits just like she knew all abut the boyfriends and girlfriends of her great grand kids. … Continue reading
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