⚓ Snowball In The Sun, Part One / May 2024
~ Fiction ~
Roman à clef, cher.
Created A. I. free
by Leonard Earl Johnson
of Lafayette and New Orleans, Louisiana
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May 2024
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⭐ Snowball in the Sun⭐
Part One
Continuation of the Red Women Warriors Series
BY Leonard Earl Johnson
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Snowball in the Sun
by Leonard Earl Johnson
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The boastful engineer's long pull on the whistle announces Amtrak's ole # 2, smackdab on time for its 5:12 p.m. arrival from Houston, Texas, at the Rosa Parks Transportation Centré, downtown Lafayette, Louisiana.
The Mulatto, the so nicknamed barista at Rêve Coffee Roasters, says to Hildegarde Bottlebrush,
"That's not something you see everyday, Amtrickle running ontime!"
The two women cross Jefferson Street heading for the passenger loading platform.
🚆🚅 Aboard the train, Sylvia tucks the green alligator briefcase ~ containing the Republican Snowball ~ under her footrest, and stretches out atop the last recliner lounge seat in the last carriage on The Sunset Limited, Eastbound for New Orleans.
Balthazar moves into the seat next to Sylvia, touching her green briefcase with the toe of his shrimper's white rubber boot as he does. Balthazar is a poet / fisherman and his white rubber boots have sparkling plastic jewels hot glued round the tops. One, a yellow diamond, is a secret lockbox. It brushes briefly but sharply against her left ankle.
The train pulls out and they settle into their seats waving to Hildegarde, who gave them a ride to the station. The Mulatto hands Hildegarde one of the two paper cups she is holding and they both wave the train off from the platform.
⭐Stormy Daniels⭐ Pride of Baton Rouge
Sylvia and Balthazar are headed to New Orleans for a meeting tomorrow with Stormy Daniels ~ the pornography industries' award winning erotic film star from Baton Rouge, currently appearing in a New York curtain call performance trimming Donald Trump's presidential poll.
Their meeting has been arranged by Gennifer Flowers, hostess-emeritus of the Kelsto Club Lounge, in the French Quarter, across from Antoine's Restaurant, on Rue Saint Louis.
Flowers was once seen daily frolicking above the fold in splashy newsprint about her acquaintance with President Bill Clinton ~ when they all lived in Arkansas, and Hillary was a curiosity to everyone.
"You'll get good government when you pull the politicians off the booty, the bottle, and the boobs, huh," Balthazar says.
Silvia glares at him and slaps a circular sticker to his shirt collar. It reads, "Love America Love The Donald."
The meeting with Stormy Daniels, a.k.a., Stephanie Gregory Clifford, is set for high noon at The Wrinkle Room on Rue Chartres.
"Louisiana made, Louisiana proud!" the Mayor-President of the state's capital city sarcastically remarks on Jim Engster's Talk Louisiana show. "Makes pride swell in their hearts."
The erudite master of the high wire microphone replies, "Or somewhere lower." Switchboards in all sixty-four Parishes of the Sportsman's Paradise instantly light up.
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The Sunset Limited slips alongside the Superdome and comes to a full stop on time, inside New Orleans ironically named Union Terminal. They gather carry-on bags and the green alligator briefcase and catch the red streetcar to the French Quarter.
The next morning Balthazar removes one of the hundred dollar banknotes from his right boot's secret yellow jewel lockbox. The money was given him by The Rector of Lafayette's Cathedral of Saint John The Evangelist, for a little porcelain rocking chair memento of the JFK assassination. He places the greenback on the counter, and it is instantly snatched up by the saleslady at, "Home of the Muffuletta," Central Grocery on Decatur, across from the Mississippi River levee. In exchange, she hands him a stack of red and white butcher paper wrapped sandwiches.
ণSylvia and Balthazar take a pedicab to the Wrinkle Room and spread the unwrapped sandwiches atop the bar, in hopes the press will be lured to see two famed Louisiana Cupids unveiling Sylvia's Republican Snowball ~ and eat muffulettas and beer for free.
The door swings open and a gash of noontime light cuts across the brick floor. ~ To be continued next month ~ © 2024, Leonard Earl Johnson, All Rights Reserved
The Mulatto, the so nicknamed barista at Rêve Coffee Roasters, says to Hildegarde Bottlebrush,
"That's not something you see everyday, Amtrickle running ontime!"
The two women cross Jefferson Street heading for the passenger loading platform.
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Aboard the train, Sylvia tucks the green alligator briefcase ~ containing the Republican Snowball ~ under her footrest, and stretches out atop the last recliner lounge seat in the last carriage on The Sunset Limited, Eastbound for New Orleans.
Balthazar moves into the seat next to Sylvia, touching her green briefcase with the toe of his shrimper's white rubber boot as he does. Balthazar is a poet / fisherman and his white rubber boots have sparkling plastic jewels hot glued round the tops. One, a yellow diamond, is a secret lockbox. It brushes briefly but sharply against her left ankle.
The train pulls out and they settle into their seats waving to Hildegarde, who gave them a ride to the station. The Mulatto hands Hildegarde one of the two paper cups she is holding and they both wave the train off from the platform.
⭐Stormy Daniels⭐
Pride of Baton Rouge
Sylvia and Balthazar are headed to New Orleans for a meeting tomorrow with Stormy Daniels ~ the pornography industries' award winning erotic film star from Baton Rouge, currently appearing in a New York curtain call performance trimming Donald Trump's presidential poll.
Their meeting has been arranged by Gennifer Flowers, hostess-emeritus of the Kelsto Club Lounge, in the French Quarter, across from Antoine's Restaurant, on Rue Saint Louis.
Flowers was once seen daily frolicking above the fold in splashy newsprint about her acquaintance with President Bill Clinton ~ when they all lived in Arkansas, and Hillary was a curiosity to everyone.
"You'll get good government when you pull the politicians off the booty, the bottle, and the boobs, huh," Balthazar says.
Silvia glares at him and slaps a circular sticker to his shirt collar. It reads, "Love America Love The Donald."
The meeting with Stormy Daniels, a.k.a., Stephanie Gregory Clifford, is set for high noon at The Wrinkle Room on Rue Chartres.
"Louisiana made, Louisiana proud!" the Mayor-President of the state's capital city sarcastically remarks on Jim Engster's Talk Louisiana show. "Makes pride swell in their hearts."
The erudite master of the high wire microphone replies, "Or somewhere lower." Switchboards in all sixty-four Parishes of the Sportsman's Paradise instantly light up.
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The Sunset Limited slips alongside the Superdome and comes to a full stop on time, inside New Orleans ironically named Union Terminal. They gather carry-on bags and the green alligator briefcase and catch the red streetcar to the French Quarter.
The next morning Balthazar removes one of the hundred dollar banknotes from his right boot's secret yellow jewel lockbox. The money was given him by The Rector of Lafayette's Cathedral of Saint John The Evangelist, for a little porcelain rocking chair memento of the JFK assassination. He places the greenback on the counter, and it is instantly snatched up by the saleslady at, "Home of the Muffuletta," Central Grocery on Decatur, across from the Mississippi River levee. In exchange, she hands him a stack of red and white butcher paper wrapped sandwiches.
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Sylvia and Balthazar take a pedicab to the Wrinkle Room and spread the unwrapped sandwiches atop the bar, in hopes the press will be lured to see two famed Louisiana Cupids unveiling Sylvia's Republican Snowball ~ and eat muffulettas and beer for free.
The door swings open and a gash of noontime light cuts across the brick floor.
~ To be continued next month ~
© 2024, Leonard Earl Johnson, All Rights Reserved
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and historically atLes Amis de Marigny, New Orleanspublication of the
It is written by Leonard Earl Johnsonof Lafayette and New Orleans, Louisiana
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