Jimmy Gabacho
6 Min Read

Part I, Part II, Part III

The police let Tomas stew in the detention cell for a couple of hours. In the meantime, they called in the only Spanish-speaking member of the police force to interrogate the suspect. The patrolman’s name was Montoya; he worked the night shift on the other side of town. Montoya tried to establish a rapport with Tomas by bringing in a cup of coffee, but the Voice kept telling Tomas to keep his mouth shut.

John Hicks
3 Min Read

When I open the door to the front porch in the morning, I’m usually greeted by all three varmints: the dog (see every other post by yours truly) and his two best buds, Scrappy Pappy and Da Rat Jr. The mutt nut and his feline…

Lynette Ledoux
2 Min Read

When my ex-girlfriend and I used to cook together, we’d joke that we were doing Indo-Cajun—her parents are from Tamil Nadu, the southernmost state in India, and I am from Opelousas, a small town on the northern edge of Cajun country in South Louisiana. Our…

Jimmy Gabacho
2 Min Read

The police approached him slowly, and conducted a quick pat-down search. A metal detector revealed that he had a .25 caliber, semiautomatic pistol tucked into his waistband. It was one of those little guns that makes a hell of a bang. The bullets don’t have much stopping power, but up close, it’s a mean weapon. It’s small and easy to handle.

TomT
2 Min Read

League Report — Week 5

A terrible wailing reverberated across Our Beloved League in Week 5 as the Gridiron Goddess wept and screamed for a sacrifice, sending shivers of horror through the seven teams jockeying for dominance at 3-1.   And, although each of us knew that the awful Reaping must eventually begin, no one wanted to be one of the several goats that it took to finally satisfy her.

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