Category: Fiction

  • Turtle Soup

    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…

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  • An Evening Visit

    I got a visit from The Children of God the other evening. It wasn’t all that interesting. At 7:00, my doorbell rang. I ignored it at first. I hadn’t ordered food, and I wasn’t expecting company. I turned the volume up on the television and ignored the next ring at 7:05. My electric kettle stopped…

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  • Thanksgiving Memories

    Memory #1 My first memory of Thanksgiving was sitting on my grandparent’s porch. It was snowing that Thanksgiving. I was five years old that year. I was told that was strange. Not me being five, but the snowing part. It was warm the previous day, and now it was snowing. This was the first Thanksgiving…

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