Rant Du Jour

Southern Belle

As a boy I lived in a small north Louisiana village. There were only five stores, two service stations and one cafe.  A railroad track ran through town, and all of my life I lived with three freight trains shaking the earth as they blasted through town, including one at around midnight. I would sometimes get up enough courage to stand as close as I could to this huge metal creature crashing through the silent midnight.  My Southern Belle is a short recollection of how I felt.

Short story Callin' Mary

This is another story about living in the country. We had to find out what old man Bogan was doing singing and hollering at sundown every evening, calling out for his long dead wife Mary.