New Orleans Noir (2007)
New Orleans Noir
“Vernon She vomited on Magazine Street.
She stumbled in. The sign read, Miss Mae’s. A bar. She and the other white girls, their angular faces melting and disobedient like a blade, a glacier. She and the other white girls, laughing, laughing and stumbling about on the corner of Magazine Street in Uptown New Orleans.
Yes, they laughed and stumbled about with their angular faces pointing eastward; everything about them—the whiteness of them collectively—caught the pupil of the eye and pinned it dow...n. One of them, the girl on the edge of the crowd, stood dark-haired and falling apart; she spoke of her ex, the one who dumped her.
What was his name?
Schevoski, Schevoski was his name and she hated him now.
The tail end of her yellow hair stood away from her shoulders, parted in the middle; there was a strand in the corner of her mouth, her lips purred upward, as if she could not help but notice that she was the dying kind in the crowd; he had, indeed, dumped her, gone back to Russia or some other place where boys go when they’re done with you.MoreLess
She stumbled in. The sign read, Miss Mae’s. A bar. She and the other white girls, their angular faces melting and disobedient like a blade, a glacier. She and the other white girls, laughing, laughing and stumbling about on the corner of Magazine Street in Uptown New Orleans.
Yes, they laughed and stumbled about with their angular faces pointing eastward; everything about them—the whiteness of them collectively—caught the pupil of the eye and pinned it dow...n. One of them, the girl on the edge of the crowd, stood dark-haired and falling apart; she spoke of her ex, the one who dumped her.
What was his name?
Schevoski, Schevoski was his name and she hated him now.
The tail end of her yellow hair stood away from her shoulders, parted in the middle; there was a strand in the corner of her mouth, her lips purred upward, as if she could not help but notice that she was the dying kind in the crowd; he had, indeed, dumped her, gone back to Russia or some other place where boys go when they’re done with you.MoreLess
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