by Teresa Tumminello Brader

Though business was understandably slow with the area recovering, Jane worked out of her new husband’s house. She struggled to remember that Dave’s address now belonged to her too. She shook off lingering memories from years of living with just her children in a rented Mid-City shotgun. Jane felt as if that old, elevated dwelling were her one true home. It ended up with four feet of canal water inside. She drove by and saw the brown waterline.


Teresa Tumminello Brader, author of Let's Play Two, was born in New Orleans and lives in the area still. Her stories have appeared in Rumble, The Flask Review, Brink and Hobart. She’s been nominated for a 2007 Best of the Net.


Anonymom said...

I love the feel of this piece, you can sense the heartbreak and new beginning.

Quin said...

i recently saw my hometown again since that bitch came to visit. you captured what has occurred.

well done.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the reminder.

Bob Jacobs said...

Thanks, Teresa. Like all good flashes, this uses the power of suggestion to create an image deeper than the words alone describe.

Teresa said...

Thanks, all. I do appreciate it!

Cathrine said...

this one is really good T !