A Dubious Interview with Gus Babineaux

Berceuse Parish cover art

A Dubious Interview with Gus Babineaux
an excerpt from Burnside Soleil’s debut

Gus Babineaux, the peculiar historian of Berceuse Parish, comes from the swamp but believes South Louisiana is about more than the swamp. His efforts to document our humble village have finally found its form in a curious book, which we met over the course of three days in Berceuse to discuss. I proposed the interview should be conducted at Peach’s, our beloved local bar, but he declined and insisted I view him in his natural habitat: his cottage with a wide front porch. Given that he, unusually, has no outside seating, we talked inside where he offered me tea to be cordial, though he couldn’t brew it. He had no tea. Pressed further, he admitted that he has never bought tea in his life. 

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Sunday Stories: “Don’t Save the Cat”

cat sphere

Don’t Save the Cat
by Elijah Sparkman

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I gagged. I held up a piece of grilled chicken, with tongs, at my workplace: MIRACLE SALAD. My manager Tanya whispered, C’mon. I couldn’t handle it. I was a vegetarian. I put the chicken down. Ran to the bathroom and hurled. Acrylic, beige toilet water in my face, swirling up a storm. It made me sick that MIRACLE SALAD now sold meat products. 

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Sunday Stories: “Rats!”

Rats!

Rats!
by Michelle Hulan

Danny and I are in the waiting room of a wild animal hospital. He’s playing it cool, considering. He’s sitting in his seat, swinging his legs, his toes barely grazing the terrazzo floor, and staring at the animals in rehabilitation near the front window. There’s a shallow water tank with a small family of turtles in the front, a hawk with a broken wing, and two pigeons in the cage against the wall. He turns to me and asks how much longer. I lean back in my chair. It’s hard to tell. There’s only one other person here—a grizzled woman in her seventies if I had to guess. “Excuse me,” I say to her. “Do you have the time?”

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