Tag: fiction
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Mr. and Mrs. Byron Go to the Art Show
About a week ago, a thick satin envelope appeared in our stack of useless mail. While Husband made dinner that night, I studied the envelope carefully. “There is a return address on it from our insurance agent Raymond,” Husband pointed out, gesturing with the knife he was using to chop carrots. Some couples care about…
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At The Altar of the Voodoo Saint
Not very long ago, maybe fifteen or sixteen years ago, not very long at all, there was a small part of the French Quarter where the streets could be as silent as an empty church. Walk along one of the back streets towards Frenchman and you could find real quiet. It was a strange, muted…
Barbara Caver, Author 