Luksi Bayou
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Luksi Bayou (she/her) writes fiction inspired by lived experiences. Sometimes she also writes about data. More stories on Medium: https://tinyurl.com/ys27mm7x
Stories (6/0)
You See it One Way
My eye surgery was scheduled for February 18th, two weeks from today. I had a lot of work to get done, since I knew that I would need to stay off my computer for a week or so after the surgery while my eye was healing. I worked until midnight, brushed my teeth, and fell into bed.
By Luksi Bayou26 days ago in Fiction
Beyond the Blue Chip Stamps
It was the 1960’s. My three sisters and I would sit at the kitchen table, all talking at once with animated excitement, while we sponged and pasted piles of Blue Chip stamps into newsprint booklets. With the dried, crunchy pages on the left, and new empty pages on the right, each booklet promised that we could buy anything our hearts desired — as long as it was in the Blue Chip Stamp Catalog. The Catalog was our dream book, our book of toys, games and kitchen appliances, housewares and electronics. All those non-necessities were impossible to consider with our frayed family finances. But with Blue Chip stamps as our currency, we were feeling rich in our tiny 2-bedroom west Berkeley apartment. We could go down to the Redemption Store in Oakland to buy anything in the Catalog, if we saved for long enough.
By Luksi Bayouabout a month ago in Chapters
That time when Papa and I went fishing -- Part 2 of 2
The next morning, before sunrise, Papa and I were quietly stepping through the muddy marsh of the Atchafalaya swamplands, carrying our fishing poles, a long-handled net, a fish basket, and a couple of aluminum pails with food for us and bait for the catfish. Papa had a hunting knife hanging from his belt. I wore one of my cousin’s red and black flannel shirts, and Papa wore his favorite green and black flannel shirt. The plaid shirts reminded me of the school uniforms at our school in California, but California seemed like a million miles away at this moment.
By Luksi Bayouabout a month ago in Chapters
That time when Papa and I went fishing - Part 1 of 2
My grandfather, Papa, has been gone from this life for many years. My mother is now in her eighties, and we talk about long-ago visits to Louisiana, where Ma grew up, more than we talk about our current days in California, where my sisters and I grew up. One of our family visits to Louisiana stands out in my memory — that time when Papa and I went fishing. Our whole family went fishing many times over the years, but this one time was a pivotal experience in my young life.
By Luksi Bayouabout a month ago in Chapters
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