Friday Flash Fiction: "Arcana"

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
And miss it each night and day?
I know I'm not wrong; the feeling's getting stronger
The longer I stay away.
Miss them moss-covered vines, the tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing.
And I'd like to see the lazy Mississippi hurrying into spring.

-- Lyrics by Eddie DeLange

Read "Arcana" at 512 Words or Fewer

~CKL