Jean Lagacé
Stories (5/0)
Piensa en mi
Gulfport, November 2006 Lyn was not herself that morning. She had forgotten to bring Mike jam with his toast, and never came back to refill his cup with fresh coffee after he had finished his breakfast. The hair cutter had visited Al's Diner every day of the week for time immemorial, and Lyn had been waiting on him for a full five years after old Miss Lucille had decided to retire in South Carolina where her daughter lived. Her substitute had had ample time to learn his routine. First, the coffee, which he would sip while waiting for the order of white toast with jam; strawberry most of the time, but raspberry was fine, too. The choice was hers. Then after he had eaten would come the second cup of coffee that he drank slowly while doing some serious reading of the sports section of whatever newspaper was left there.
By Jean Lagacé2 years ago in Fiction
Piensa en mi
Gulfport, November 2006 Lyn was not herself that morning. She had forgotten to bring Mike jam with his toast, and never came back to refill his cup with fresh coffee after he had finished his breakfast. The hair cutter had visited Al's Diner every day of the week for time immemorial, and Lyn had been waiting on him for a full five years after old Miss Lucille had decided to retire in South Carolina where her daughter lived. Her substitute had had ample time to learn his routine. First, the coffee, which he would sip while waiting for the order of white toast with jam; strawberry most of the time, but raspberry was fine, too. The choice was hers. Then after he had eaten would come the second cup of coffee that he drank slowly while doing some serious reading of the sports section of whatever newspaper was left there.
By Jean Lagacé4 years ago in Humans
A BRIEF HISTORY OF AN AMERICAN TORY
Arthur came by the Mercedes when he was twenty-nine years old. The car was massive and already of a certain age. He had first heard of the splendid machine at some official function or another of the Turkish Consulate in Tampa. Honorary consul Willie Ferguson faced criminal charges over some phony business regarding the Hurlugolu Charitable Trust Fund. The unfortunate man had retained Arthur as his lawyer and offered him the vintage vehicle in exchange for his services. He also had squashed Arthur’s hat, which sat on a chair as the lawyer he must have been anxious to consult with was preparing to leave. The Turkish diplomat caught Arthur’s shoulder, making him turn slightly while he said, "So soon! Please stay a moment longer."
By Jean Lagacé4 years ago in Humans
THE BUG
Who would have thought that I would see the damn bug? But I did. I swear I did. When I walked into the kitchen, it was there, standing on the can of soup that was to be my meal for that night. It had been delivered the day before with some other items by the grocery store. Since I am compelled to stay inside, I do my shopping through the internet. You know, when one fight with his computer for hours to create a list of what he needs. And he must wait a week to get the stuff dispatched where he lives. Only to realize that half of what he asked for is missing.
By Jean Lagacé4 years ago in Horror
ETERNITY
When I awoke, there was someone on the bed. I hadn’t slept too well and I mostly sensed the intruder’s presence by the pressure he applied on the box spring than by seeing who he was. Then my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, and I realized that it was God who had come to visit me. This put me in a kind a stupor. What was God doing near enough to me that I could touch whatever he used to cover himself, more like a drapery than anything sensible? He had plenty of beard and hair, both white. Still, he looked younger than me, all dressed up in one outfit the same color as my sheets.
By Jean Lagacé4 years ago in Futurism