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Excursionist
The By-Blow Promise Land Part 4 “What time is it?” Felix yawned as though he had just woken up from a deep sleep. He shivered as the dark drizzle wrapped around him like a blanket. The tiny boat he was in was drifting off the shore. Felix’s eyes could not adjust to the darkness. It Read more
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Lady Fingers
From the Journal of Leticia Le-Rang-Par-Duex Loneliness is a biggest and hardest part of living out here. I wonder what going to town with Mama Paris would be like. Mama said I can’t leave the By-Blow. Outsiders can come in, but I have to stick to the pond I was born in. Mama comes home Read more
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Move On To The Pan
The By-Blow Promise Land The water in the bathroom never got hot. It ran for minutes growing colder. The mud in Truett’s hair circled down the drain, but the water left behind the film of anxiety. He shivered as he scrubbed himself. His shoulders pinned up to his ears to preserve the lingering warmth dripping Read more
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Turtle Soup
From the Journal of Leticia Le-Rang-Par-Duex Of all the critters that come up to my back dock I think it’s the turtles I like most. You got all manners of snakes, possum, raccoons, other gators, and beasts that I’m not certain if normal folk even have names for living in the By-Blow. Normal folk, the Read more
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Homecoming
The By-Blow Promise Land To every bird, their nest is perfect. Wherever it has come to be built, it is their own. It is not for what it is, but the promise it holds inside of it. Its very nature, woven together by ingenuity and survival. It takes tremendous effort from the little creature to Read more
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Biscuits
From the Journal of Leticia Le-Rang-Par-Duex The fat you cook with makes a difference. You wonder why anything cooked with margarine and shortening tastes like the other side of goat’s hoof? It’s because it never lived a life. It never ran, saw others like itself. It never knew joy or suffered its own death. Life Read more
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