Farrah Rochon

She did her best to shake off the eerie feeling that crept up her spine

There was something magical about New Orleans when seen from the vantage point of a rolling streetcar

The woman seemed to have an innate ability to coax her flowers into producing the most stunning blooms. Even in the dead of winter, her stand abounded with vibrant sprays in every color under the sun.

They are the colors of Mardi Gras: purple for justice, gold for power, and the green leaves represent faith.”

Ti bwa ou pa wè, se li ki pete je ou. The twig you don’t see is the one that puts out your eye.”

“Be cautious,” the woman said. “It means to always be aware of your surroundings

Because once the sun dipped below the horizon on Mardi Gras night, Tiana would no longer be around to add his potion to her gumbo.

She just didn’t know it yet

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong

There was something very freeing about earning his own money and not being under his parents’ thumb.

Like he was forgetting something important. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to brush off such feelings in recent weeks. Something seemed…off.