As overheard between Fran and Fanny Fern while preparing the Easter gazebo Fran was standing on a step stool tying a ribbon of wisteria around the corner beam of the gazebo when she said it. “You know our archivist, Denise, is building arches now.” Fanny Fern paused with a basket
(as overheard at the gazebo one Friday evening, just before the micro play started) Zora Babtiste had been setting up her CB radio do-dads for the evening's broadcast when she spotted Joe Fontenot on the gazebo steps, stroking his beard and mumbling lines to himself. The sun was
Just got word that Belle Perdue is having a yard sale at Full Moon Market in Plaquemine on Friday March 6, 6pm-9pm. Here's what they will have on offer: (please note that these are miniature items and will very much be available for purchase at the very real
As found one morning on a typewriter LowJack forgot he even had. I was there when Miss Lettie said the thing she almost said. I was there when Mr. H stood in the dandelions and couldn't explain himself. I've met that coyote. Been looking at this
A Belle Perdue account, as related by Miss Lettie outside Fran and Fanny Fern's Florist, to whoever happened to be standing there Miss Lettie parked her scooter against the brick wall outside Fran and Fanny Fern's Florist, fanning herself with last weeks church bulletin. She started
A Belle Perdue Fable On Easter in Belle Perdue, where the live oaks lean low, and the Dog River moves with a warm, muddy flow, the church bells ring soft through the magnolia air, and the scent of cayenne floats everywhere. By noon, down the gravel near Taylor’s Dossie
Adopted by the Belle Perdue Town Council in a unanimous vote over lemonade at J&H Hardware. Key Provisions: 1. Five-Year Rule – Anyone wishing to purchase a property over 50 years old must have lived in Belle Perdue for at least five consecutive years. 2. Aesthetic Stewardship Training – Prospective
Last May, a few of the town dads, maybe not the usual committee types, but the kind who fix things with a pocketknife and a shrug, decided the kids deserved something better than another summer of dusty bike tires and sprinkler runs in the Feed Store parking lot. So they
Harry has a reputation around Belle Perdue for being a grump who doesn’t like people nosing around his place. But the real reason? He’s an avid knitter. Every evening, he settles in front of the TV, surrounded by yarn, needles, and half-finished afghans, in a living room that
Miss Lettie had vertigo again. She sat parked sideways at the base of the ramp outside Dog River Café, her scooter angled in a way that made it hard for anyone else to get by. This happened sometimes. Folks thought she blocked the ramp to be difficult. Maybe she was.
In Belle Perdue, we don’t have streetlights on Dog River Road. We have porch lights—and that’s more telling than any map or census could ever be. You want to know who someone is? Look at their bulb. * Miss Lettie’s porch light is practically an airport beacon.
Joe Fontenot had been standing outside Otis and Raylene’s Laundromat for exactly seventeen minutes. Long enough for Mrs. Boudreaux to fold her husband’s work shirts twice and for young Thierry to accidentally drop his grandmother’s good tablecloth in a puddle of fabric softener. But Joe wasn’t