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terrylj.livejournal.comOK, so not everything here is absolutely correct. Allow for a bit of artistic license?
St. Bernard Parish no longer existed. He'd got that--somehow he'd got it. He tried again. New Orleans, he thought, has gone. He couldn't grasp it. He decided to start smaller again. Bourbon Street has gone. No reaction. He'd never seriously believed it existed anyway. Canal Street, he thought, has sunk forever. Slight tremor there. The French Quarter has been wiped, he said to himself, and that gave him a nasty knock. Cafe du Monde, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a Cafe du Monde beignet.
He passed out. When he came round a second later he found he was sobbing for his mother.
cross-posted to my journal; apologies to those of you who get it twice
St. Bernard Parish no longer existed. He'd got that--somehow he'd got it. He tried again. New Orleans, he thought, has gone. He couldn't grasp it. He decided to start smaller again. Bourbon Street has gone. No reaction. He'd never seriously believed it existed anyway. Canal Street, he thought, has sunk forever. Slight tremor there. The French Quarter has been wiped, he said to himself, and that gave him a nasty knock. Cafe du Monde, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a Cafe du Monde beignet.
He passed out. When he came round a second later he found he was sobbing for his mother.
cross-posted to my journal; apologies to those of you who get it twice
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