It all ended at midnight, Fat Tuesday. Avoiding goodbyes, the sulking couple wandered, heads bowed, on a side street toward Canal, as if searching the ancient pavers on the Quarter’s cobbled road for advice on what parting words to say.
—-Steve Prusky, The Last Parade
There are millions of Mardi Gras stories from New Orleans – a lot are the same.
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The Last Parade by Steve Prusky
from The Flash Fiction Offensive