A few short stories
Wild Magnolias
Mardi Gras rocked the French Quarter. Almost tripping over a man
on his hands and knees, having apparently had too much fun during
last night's festivities, reminded me as much. Now, still in
costume, he looked like a slightly disheveled Captain Hook and was
busy throwing up in the gutter. It didn't seem to bother the two
speckled pigeons grousing over the cigarette butt he'd dropped on
the sidewalk.