Plume at the Restaurant
Plume was having lunch at a restaurant, when the maître d’hotel approached, frowned at him and said in a low, mysterious voice, “What you have there on your plate is not on the menu.” Plume excused himself at once. –Ah, …
Tag: French
Hiccup
And though I’ve tried swallowing seven gulps of water three or four times every twenty-four hours my childhood comes jolting back in a hiccup instinctively like a criminal to the scene of the crime disaster tell me of disaster tell …
Creole Son of the Francophone World
Ours are the hills of the old marronnage ours are the coves and the cobalt bluffs the sovereign trees blooming in the eye of the cyclone! ours are the dark rum beaches under the moonlight companion stars facing the sea …